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polarisbibliotheque · 1 year

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Nemesis (Vergil x Reader) - Chapter 5

Nemesis

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: The Abyss opening is a rare occurrence. In his youth, Vergil wanted to harness its power, but never thought he would meet his greatest adversary along the way. Years later, the Abyss is once again open and that might call for some rather unlikely alliances.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (you are here!)

Age restriction: 18+ - there’s a lot of blood, violence, cursing and all those things people want to forbid younger audiences of seeing. Also, cosmic horror is a thing here. Procceed with caution.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self-hatred, self-doubt, a lot of blood and difficult emotions going on this chapter. The reader and Vergil face their own selves, seeing them as fragile, hurt, bleeding, frail beings. There's a lot of "I'm not worthy of love" from Vergil too. It all happens after the fight with the Hell Puppeteer, so reader discretion thoroughly advised.

Seriously. If you struggle with themes like these and struggle with imagining yourself hurt/crying/vulnerable and it is too much, I do recommend not reading after the fight. The part where it begins will be in red, and underneath it, things get complicated. Take care of yourself and your mental health! ^^

Special Thanks: To @furyeclipse, the wonderful being who allowed me to use her character, Ovid, and is always helping me write their part properly and screaming over DMC on DMs ^^ You can check out Fury's writing (which I highly recommend) on this link: Fury's Ao3 Author's Notes: Oh, so much going on. The bantering with Vergil. The fighting alongside him. The mind horror of the Abyss. *sighs* jokes aside, I'm loving writing a reader who doesn't make it easy for Vergil. He deserves it for being a brat during blue coat era ;D And I regret nothing regarding the fistfight

Also, last chapter was quite small. Well, this one is quite huge. Buckle up! I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 5

“Perhaps the Abyss is some sort of prison.”

You only realized you muttered your thoughts out loud when Vergil’s eyes diverted from the street ahead to your frame by his side. You looked back at him – you researched on your own and spent most of the time on your company, unused to having someone else alongside you. Speaking to yourself out loud, even if in a murmur, was an acquired trait.

“What do you think?” You tried to conceal that fact pretending you intended to start a conversation. The blue devil didn’t need to know you were a pathetic little being who talked to yourself out of loneliness.

If only you knew back then Vergil did the same, you wouldn’t have felt that awkward about your little slip.

“You tell me, human. After all, you are the one with the source of knowledge on the Abyss.”

You couldn’t hide from your reaction how unsatisfied you were with his answer. Vergil knew he had won that round of bantering.

“Tsc. Every source I’ve found on human arcane libraries haven’t got much information. You probably know it as well.” You rolled your eyes, unsheathing your sword. Something stirred inside your chest and that could only mean the extinct demons were close. “I’m wondering why there’s a Puppeteer inside the Abyss if it was given as extinct an eternity ago.”

“It can be a prison…” Vergil considered back, brooding for a while. He could hear as if it was happening right at that moment: the voice of his mother, calling him from inside the Abyss. If it was indeed a prison, then why would Eva be in there? Would it be the work of Mundus? To make his mother suffer for the act of defiance from his father? Was… Sparda in there too…?

After all those years, Vergil never knew what happened to Sparda. He saw Eva brutally murdered by those demons – and yes, there was a great possibility they had taken her to eternal suffering. Dante was supposed to be dead if she hadn’t gone through all that to save at least him… Only him.

Vergil should’ve died that day: mercilessly sliced by his own sword, his bloody body thrown in a forgotten cemetery while all his memories of a heaven burned to ashes, with only Dante as a survivor. If Vergil’s demon hadn’t awakened that fateful day, he should’ve been dead. It was his father’s blood that saved him, his father’s heritage – something he was infinitely proud of; after all, it was the only thing he had left.

But… What about Sparda? Where was he? Did Mundus’ demons kill him? Did he perish in a fight while trying to keep them away from his family? Did he abandon them…?

Vergil’s greatest strength was also his greatest weakness. He had to stop thinking sometimes – and only his endless pursue of power gave him a little peace of mind.

“It can also be another level of Hell. A deeper one.” He finally emerged from the endless dark water of the ocean in his mind. If he didn’t, Vergil could easily drown.

“Hmmm. How does it open sometimes? It should be like Hell, with many seals and ways to open it.”

“If it is, it was probably sealed by Sparda.” Vergil side-eyed you, hoping to analyze your reaction to his father’s name. Many humans feared him, but many adored him, seeing Sparda as a savior of humanity. Even those who feared were thankful for the devil who protected mankind so many years ago.

“I don’t think so… If Sparda really existed, he locked the gates of Hell. The Abyss keeps opening, so there must be something different about it.” You sighed, not giving much to Vergil other than your words. “Even if it is another level of Hell, it might not be part of what Sparda sealed away. If the legends are true, of course.”

“If…?” The word rolled slowly from Vergil’s tongue, as he kept gazing you. It was the first time he met a skeptic regarding his father’s origin.

“It might be just a bunch of hocus pocus, you know?” You shrugged. “A story to keep children scared and away from dangerous forests, like Hänsel and Gretl. As far as I know, that’s how great legends are born.”

“So you don’t believe in the Legend of Sparda?”

“I never found a piece of evidence that it actually happened.” You noted with an academic air to your speech. Vergil had to hold down the urge to wheeze from your words – after all, you were talking to the greatest evidence that Sparda was real. “I read a lot on books and yes, I do believe Sparda existed. I just… I don’t know if he was as heroic as the tales say he is.”

Vergil pondered your words for a minute before thinking about answering them. Indeed, Sparda was harsh and demanding, but he also knew when to show them love and care. From what he remembered, his father enjoyed the little human things – and how soft it was to touch them all in warm embraces, how magic it was to play fight with him and Dante on the fields, how gently he would caress Eva’s face… How much adoration he carried in his eyes.

When Vergil was a child, Sparda was never the great, heroic demon, savior of humanity – Sparda was his father. With flaws and strengths, he was just… Vergil’s dad.

Not as heroic as the tales said he was – just ordinarily human.

Vergil would have found an answer after mulling over your words if you weren’t both attacked by puppets – humanoid demons, looking like parts of various creatures who were reassembled together, walking in wobbly legs, falling apart at the joints, but attacking viciously with teeth and claws.

You avoided the attack by separating and allowing the demon to stumble between you. Soon, it had no arms left: you and Vergil attacked at the same time, curiously coordinated, slashing the demon apart. As you cut it in half, Vergil took off its head.

“Guess we’re close…” You pointed at the path ahead of you, making Vergil realize how many more puppets stood in your way.

“Try to keep up.”

His voice was arrogant as always, as Vergil plunged into battle. You scoffed, running right after him.

If you weren’t sworn enemies, you would be the perfect match in a fight – no demon would be powerful enough to bring down the both of you in battle, fair or not. Vergil was learning and applying, for quite a while now, the power of concentration over lashing out – but he was indeed aware of all his surroundings, including you.

As the dance of death among the puppets commenced, his silver eyes sometimes would linger a second or two longer than it should in your direction. Your movements, as he observed before, were swift and elegant, but there was something of aggressive. A viciousness picked up after fighting demons for a while – something you didn’t have before. As the days passed, you became increasingly stronger and a match to him.

And quite a match you were indeed – the speed with which your silver sword moved, painted only gleams of bright light between the dark blood of demons spilling on the pavement. Right by your side, the ghost of the Yamato could barely be seen as the blue devil used all his skill to slay as many demons as you – or even more.

Your back found Vergil’s back as you both stood still at the end of the street, finally settling your swords and observing the carnage of demons scattered across the ground. On the other side, the Hell Puppeteer had its soulless black holes meant to be eyes turned to you, the mouth eternally opened in distress, screeching with the loss of its demon army.

“A horde down…”

“One more to go.” Vergil completed your thoughts, slowly turning alongside you towards the Hell Puppeteer.

The ancient demon was at least three times taller than you, but neither you nor the blue devil’s steps faltered while walking towards it. The red mouth gleamed a haunting aura in the cold air of the night, but you and Vergil held your heads tall.

He was the only one who carried as much pride as you did in your steps.

What brought you both to a halt, though, was the sound of dragging. Thousands of things dragging, right behind you. Turning quickly, you and Vergil found all the parts of the demons you had previously slain to be dragging towards each other, grotesquely reassembling in wobbly creatures and screeching towards you once again.

Of course. They were puppets. Killing them wouldn’t be that easy.

“This will take forever at this pace.” Vergil groaned between his teeth, keeping his eyes on the approaching demons.

You sighed: even if you didn’t want to admit, he was right. If those demons really could reassemble and weren’t even alive to begin with, constantly tearing them apart would do nothing. How, then, would you kill something already dead?

As you looked up, quickly searching for the stars to illuminate your thoughts, the red gleam of the Hell Puppeteer – slowly approaching you, with its guttural screech that could haunt the bravest of human hearts – made you notice something you wouldn’t have seen in other circumstances: faint lines in the sky, as if made of the finest and purest glass, falling from behind you towards the little puppets.

With a quick glance, you chuckled within yourself: it was indeed a puppeteer – for those glass strings tied firmly across the dark claws of the Hell Puppeteer.

“Look at the sky.” You pointed out, making Vergil’s silver eyes finally see what you were seeing. “I’m guessing if we cut the strings, they will all fall apart for good. But…” You sighed once again, already attacking one of the creatures who were close enough to hurt you. “There are too many of them. I’m not that quick; the Puppeteer will catch us before we’re done.”

Vergil looked back in a matter of seconds, arriving to the same conclusion as you. There was only one thing he could do, then.

“Stay behind me and don’t move.”

You furrowed your brows, ready to argue with that conceited demon right in front of you. Who did he think he was to talk to you like that? Hadn’t you proved already you were strong enough to beat him in a fair – or even unfair – fight? You had managed to draw his blood. He shouldn’t be that full of himself and patronizing towards you.

Before you could even start to argue, Vergil sheathed the Yamato and, with a snapping sound while his head quickly looked up, the man gave room to a creature with the strike of a blue lightning. You had no words, but there he was: with skin made of black and blue scales, the sheath of the sword as part of his arm, claws instead of nails and horns crowning his head.

You took a few steps back as he took his hand back to the Yamato, flexing his legs in an attacking position you had noticed already he had a preference for. Your feet stopped moving, though, when the air around you seemed to warp. Time itself became denser, almost as if you were under a gelatinous body of water. It was increasingly difficult to breath until he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With eyes wide, you maintained your feet glued to your place as you only managed to see dark blue figures of warped air and the sharp glimmer of the Yamato cutting everything on its path. The floor underneath your feet trembled slightly and, in a matter of seconds, the blue devil was kneeling in front of you, in a typical position to finish his attack.

As he got up and that devilish form enveloped in a ring of blue light, the man with white hair and silver eyes returned to his human form, finally sheathing the Yamato once again.

And, when he did, all the strings exploded in a million of pieces, cut in a fraction of seconds, falling from the sky like a crystal rain.

All the demons fell to the floor at once – dismembered. Unmoving. Defeated.

You had to admit to yourself, that was a lot more impressive than you had expected. You wanted to scream at how much you hated him: now, you had even more to surpass regarding that stuck up blue demon.

During all your life, you never wanted so bad to stab someone.

“A simple human like you wouldn’t be able to do this not even with years of training.” Vergil fixed the collar of his coat while walking the path towards the shocked and infuriated Hell Puppeteer.

“I don’t need to rely on demonic tricks to be my enemies’ demise.” Your comeback was as quick as his sharp words. “Or I shouldn’t have been able to draw your blood earlier, demon.”

“You did it out of sheer luck, human.” Even though he wanted to throw a murderous glare towards you, Vergil’s silver eyes kept fixed on the Hell Puppeteer. The creature never had its whole army decimated so quickly – it had never been so weak before; and that made it absolutely fuming. “Hadn’t this thing crawled out from its confinement, you would’ve known what real demonic power looks like.”

“Interestingly enough, I am the one with apparent access to the Abyss, not the real demonic power here.”

This time, Vergil couldn’t refrain from stopping right where he was and stare at you – his cold eyes mimicking glaciers, while you held them with pride on your own stare. The Hell Puppeteer didn’t seem to be as entertaining – and important – as winning a stare contest against that stuck up creature.

That was a thought shared between you both.

In the shadows, though, a set of bright and intelligent eyes watched you and Vergil with delight. Ovid reveled in the fact that child of Sparda had found his match – be it in combat or regarding the mind. You were, indeed, a very interesting human to follow; and something about your fearless and proud attitude towards Vergil was infinitely entertaining. After all, not many were brave enough to banter with the blood of Sparda, let alone make him bleed.

A quiet chuckle rolled in the darkness. In Ovid’s ancient eyes, humans were absolutely fascinating and ever-changing creatures that were always in motion, never stopping – so much more exciting than demons.

The Hell Puppeteer didn’t find you fascinating, though. Vergil would chastise you in order to at least try to win that little battle of wits of yours, but the demon wouldn’t just watch in shock with the loss of its puppets. Its claws flew towards you, and that made you both get back into battle.

Anyone who watched you wouldn’t say it was a fight – at least, that’s what Ovid observed in the shadows. It was fun watching you argue, but there was something of classic in the way you both fought alongside each other. It was a dance: a deadly waltz you and Vergil knew the steps quite well. Sometimes he guided, other times you took the lead. But you crossed each other and coordinated attacks in such a graceful and natural manner, it looked like a ballet of death – your hearts in synch, choreographing the steps for your enemy’s demise.

“The hands!” Vergil growled after an attack that made the Puppeteer slightly flinch. “Break the seal, break the power!”

You turned your eyes to the demon’s claws and immediately understood what Vergil meant: it had red glowing bracelets across its wrists, embellished with scriptures of an old language you couldn’t read. But that rule was always clear: whenever a seal was present in the body or around a demon, you had to break it in order to kill or subdue it. That was actually one of the first things ever mentioned on the Codex Daemonica.

Apparently, he did knew it by heart, just like you.

“I’ll get the one on the left! You get the one on the right!”

Vergil would have argued so he wouldn’t really be following a human’s orders, but that was already what he had thought to himself – you just mentioned it faster than him. Of course, you were fighting for your lives, and he wouldn’t be petty to the point of stopping everything to argue about that – but his mind would make sure to keep it noted for future encounters.

During the fight, though, Vergil did notice your body was starting to get tired – you were human, after all. And, even if he was focusing on killing the demon and going back to arguing with you, Vergil did have a sense of honor that you were doing that together. He wouldn’t let you notice, of course, but his next attack was designed so that the Hell Puppeteer would need to lean its left hand on the floor – making things a lot easier for you.

In the distance, Ovid was amused by the spectacle of a human and a demon working together. The blue son of Sparda wasn’t known for kindness, let alone being a team-player – but there he was, in his own way, helping the little human fighting alongside him. Vergil did have a demonic part in his soul, yet, somehow, he was helping this human fight off a creature. Was it for power? For pride? Or something else? It didn’t matter in the end: as tempting as it was to also have the son of Sparda as a study subject, his fixation on his demonic power would be an outlier in their grand experiment results. What a shame, really – it seemed as if, maybe, later in his life, Vergil would come to understand the mixed heritage he was blessed with.

For the moment being, though, Ovid would only note those changes and continue just observing.

The Yamato easily sliced through the seal on the right hand of the Puppeteer, raised in the air as it shrieked and tried to protect its own power – to no avail. Your silver sword found the seal on the left hand, needing a couple of hits to break the seal. Yes, you were tired, and using all your strength to have that fight meet its end. But, as Vergil knew too well, you wouldn’t give up.

The Hell Puppeteer let out a scream you almost had to cover your ears – even Vergil furrowed his brows and felt the sting inside his eardrums. The demon recoiled in a manner that was almost pitiful, but you both knew better and, with resolute steps, side by side, you and Vergil approached the creature now tossed on the ground.

With a swift last blow, you buried your silver sword in its chest while Vergil used the Yamato on its gleaming red mouth. With one last shriek, the Puppeteer burned to ashes until there was nothing left but you two – you with a ragged breath, leaning on your sword, and Vergil somberly quiet.

After a few seconds catching your breaths, though, your eyes met once again.

And you knew.

Vergil tried to run. The Abyss was still open and his chance was finally at his grasp – he could almost feel it touching his fingertips.

But you had made a promise: nothing was to come out and nothing was to go in.

With that in mind, you followed him – holding Vergil by his coat, you pulled him back, trying to hit him with your sword. His answer was swift, and, in the blink of an eye, your silver sword clashed with the Yamato.

The sheer strength of it made your swords fly away from your hands, dancing in the air towards opposite sides.

What a nuisance. That’s what you were in Vergil’s eyes. An incredible, annoying, petty human nuisance. Never in his life he had lost the grip of the Yamato, but there he was. His anger towards you increased as the seconds went by.

And it only became worse when Vergil found himself tossed on the floor, you on top of him, punching his face with your tired – but strong – human hands. His eyes lit with anger; his teeth increasingly sharper. Holding both of your wrists, Vergil tossed you away from him, ready to end you.

Even after everything you did together, he still underestimated your power and your human resilience. You got up faster than he expected – but Vergil still punched you. With wobbly steps, you couldn’t refrain from losing your balance – and he took the opportunity to hit you one more time.

His nails now were as sharp as claws. Turning back to him after protecting the right side of your cheek, Vergil finally saw: he had managed to draw blood. The cut on your cheek bled just like his – and you were finally even for that day.

“I won’t let you go any further.” You managed to mumble while wiping the blood from your face, raising your head to keep a little bit of your pride. You knew you had cut him before, but the fact that he did the same… It made your blood boil.

“You can barely stand…” Vergil answered in the same tone, beginning to feel the tiredness in his bones. He was demonic indeed, and his blood caried a heritage stronger than many others… But Vergil could only take so much. He also needed to rest after a long day – and he was beginning to feel that. “Don’t make me hurt you even more.”

“Don’t make me fatally wound you, stuck up demon.”

Both of you growled, reading your attack positions. Your swords were far away, but it was quite clear you could – and would – get on a fistfight if necessary. With those thoughts, you ran towards Vergil, ready to kick him far away from the Abyss – but, as expected, he too knew martial arts and managed to deflect and try a counterattack.

And Vergil’s demonic side couldn’t hold back a growl of utter annoyance when you deflected expertly and managed to scrape his face with a well-placed punch. In all honesty, he wanted to tie you up on a light post and enter the Abyss at peace so there would be no possibility whatsoever that you would follow him and continue being so annoying.

As the fight went on, that idea became increasingly tempting.

You managed to place a strong kick right on Vergil’s abdomen, making him stumble away from you for a few seconds. Neither of you realized how close you were to the edge of the Abyss; your eyes trained on each other, careful and attentive of whatever move you would make.

Until you heard a voice.

It was a cry, really. Silent. Lonely. Muffled. Buried deep inside the darkness.

Vergil frowned as he saw how much your expression changed – instead of anger and focus, he found a pair of vulnerable wide eyes, almost as if you had seen a ghost.

“Vergil…?”

And your expression was suddenly mirrored on his own face. It was his mother. It was Eva again. Calling him – far away, a ghost of a memory, but still… There. Just like it happened years prior, when he heard her in the Abyss.

You took your eyes away from each other – and you both fell into darkness.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped carefully, not knowing where you were getting yourself into. You didn’t understand what was happening – had you entered the Abyss? Was it reaching out to you? Who was crying…?

The floor was wet. You furrowed your eyebrows. Why were you barefoot? You were wearing your boots before… Weren’t you…?

A dim light could barely light the scene ahead. A frail shape – weak, bony, with their skin looking like it lacked blood underneath – kneeled on the floor, face covered by bloody hands, their back filled with several wounds: some fresh, some still healing.

Shards of a crystal heart were tossed on the floor, covered in blood: they tried desperately to put it back into place, but it kept breaking, over, and over, and over again… The wounds kept opening, the blood kept flowing. They couldn’t get up: they tried, but every time there was progress, they would break once more. Their strength was running out.

Your feet froze and you couldn’t move. That frail creature, that broken heart, that blood… It was you. And you didn’t want to see that. You didn’t want to acknowledge that beaten down creature – the one you would always find whenever you looked in the mirror.

You had broken all your mirrors before. You didn’t want to be forced to look at that.

But other people walked around. People you knew. People who left. They would look at that broken human and ignore – forget it existed.

In the end, you were always on your own.

You had to get out. You didn’t know where you were, but you had to get out.

Vergil didn’t have to walk too far to find himself in the dark – not able to see even his own hands in front of him. Everything he heard was his mother’s voice quietly crying, calling for him. Begging for his help.

“Is that you, my son…? Can you help me…?”

“Yes. I am coming for you.” He muttered under his breath, not knowing if she could hear him or not.

“But… Why did you leave me…?”

As soon as he heard that voice, Vergil’s whole body froze – his eyes as wide as the silver moon. He knew who said that. He heard that before.

Slowly turning around, Vergil felt the scorching heat gradually hitting his face. The amber inferno of a starless night, coming back again to haunt him.

“Why… Why did you leave me, mom…?” And Vergil found himself. Tossed on the grass of that godforsaken graveyard, blood on his mouth, his hands, his whole body; his life slowly slipping away from his soul. “Don’t… Don’t you love me too…? Am I… A bad son…?”

Fucking hell. He was a child. He was only a child. Vergil stared at himself trying to claw away from the demons who cackled at his dying state, dragging his almost dead body as far as he could. His eyes were red, raining with tears, his nails broken and stained with dirt. His hands… They were so tiny compared to how big they were right now. The Yamato was almost as big as him – and now, it could look like a toy in Vergil’s hands.

He was so small. So… Vulnerable.

“Am I not… Worth saving… Mom…?”

Vergil couldn’t see that anymore. He couldn’t help. He couldn’t grab his own hand and slay those demons – that was not how it happened. He died that day, and his demonic heritage saved him. The demon had awakened, and he managed to save himself.

No one came. No one appeared. He wasn’t loved, he wasn’t protected, and he would have to save himself in other to survive. That was it.

“Please… Don’t leave.”

Vergil couldn’t make out who said those words: if it was his younger self or his mother. But one thing was sure – he had to get out. He couldn’t stay. Or he wouldn’t survive.

The floor trembled once more under both of your feet. You lost your balance and fell to the floor while Vergil kneeled in order to remain anchored somehow.

Light and color gradually came back to your worlds – and, as you found yourselves lit up by the moon once again, you realized you were still close to the edge of the Abyss; still beside each other, even if far apart.

When you met his eyes, for the first time, you found a hint of vulnerability. Those silver moons stared at you with the same distress you looked at him. None of you knew what to do – after all, you were in the middle of a fight. Should you attack? Should you run? Should you… Search for solace in each other…?

Before any of those thoughts could be answered, the floor trembled once again, making nearby buildings collapse. You rolled even farther apart, and your path to each other was blocked by heavy pieces of concrete.

The Abyss was closed once again.

To be continued...

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stingandsnoutbindery · 1 year

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Advent Anthology by @pacific-rimbaud

A Compilation of PR's one-shot entries for DHr Advent, years 2020-2022.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Relationship: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Art by the wonderful @chestercompany

My binderary baby and second fanbinding project.

read below the cut for the process and other binding deets.

Quick Specs

20,015 words | 179 pages | Quarto (1/4 of Letter)

Technique: Flatback bradel Title & Body Font: Libre Baskerville (in various style emphasis)

Fics included:

Les Pelerins (10k; 2020 entry)

I'm Never Lonely When I'm With You (5k; 2021 entry)

On The Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning (5k; 2022 entry)

Pac is the type I could trust to write anything and I know I'll absolutely love. Her advent fics, in particular, I especially adore. The writing is very visceral and I will not admit how many times I've reread these.

On The Book

I had not intended to bind any book/s for @renegadepublishing's binderary because of my hectic schedule, however FOMO won over and this book was born. It was a relatively quick design and typeset (I really do better under pressure lol). I wish I could say the same for when I started the actual binding though. This is the 8th book I’ve bound and I had expected it to go relatively smoothly, but this book fought me every step of the way and I'll indulge in expressing my distress on this post.

First, the print place I go to messed up my typeset, thus me having to travel back home to use our old crappy inkjet (that took 3 hours to print). And because said printer is crappy, I had to use 100gsm short grain to minimize show-through, and well, you can imagine how stick straight the pages are. Second, I made the case too small (I worked on the book after a toxic 12 hour lab day and was not in the right state) and instead of redoing the covers, I re-trimmed and repainted the fore edge (at cost of my lovely margins ..wails). Third & last, the vinyl refused! to stick to the cover and I proper burnt the HTV as well as my finger on my iron. In the book's defense, it was my first time using leather paper and I forgot to test their chemistry.

On The Bind

Everything else went swimmingly, aforementioned shit aside. I tried not to make this book scream Christmas and leaned into a more subtle theme through color choices. I finally got to use this lovely red leather paper from Itoya, which my parents bought me during their trip in Japan. Many thanks to @celestial-sphere-press for helping me out with the shops to visit!

The design cover was made on Illustrator. The words are actually the fic prompts which I arranged in concentric circles, inspired by the arrangement of the advent candles in our local church from years back. I have no idea what paper my print place used, but it has some nice pulp to it.

As I said, I melted the HTV and certain parts refused to stick, so I peeled all of it off, except for the spine title (which miraculously stuck) and used my foil quill pen instead. I used an off-brand one and it's really good!

I also did this sort of strip across the edge which I learned is called a "river" as Nic @bindsbymunchkin called it. The side near the spine though, looked asymmetrically empty, so I added the foiling. And as this is an anthology, the punctuations was a design choice to convey the start and end and pauses in-between stories (and mostly because they just look fancy lol).

Like my last bind, the edges are gold which is comprised of an undercoat of diluted dark gray Sakura acrylic paint and many layers of Liquitex iridescent gold acrylic ink.

Endbands are made with alternating colors of cream, gray, and gold DMC cotton threads, however I'm learning I don't very much like how sewn endbands look on small flatbacks.

The endpapers are my fave. I had already tipped in plain cream cardstock but then I was like: this book needs MARBLED PAPER! so I ripped off the one I had stuck and replaced it. It's actually not real marbled paper HAHA. I sourced it from this site, printed it on some heavy paper, and oh my god I believe the universe really meant for me to find this pattern because it coincidentally matched the colors of the endbands!!

On The Typeset

I wanted to keep things cohesive but also give each story its own character. Libre Baskerville was a lovely typeface to do that on.

From left to right: Les Pelerins, I'm Never Lonely When I'm With You, On The Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning

For Les Pelerins, I wanted to mimic the silhouette of the establishments in Montmartre, hence the varying heights of the letters. If I wasn’t on a time crunch, I would’ve spent more time editing the headers but alas this is what we get. INLWIWY is more straightforward– a pinecone, which was a recurring theme in the story. And I think OTVOIB is my favorite. I drew tiny gold cracks onto the coal rock which is a significant element in the story. It still gives me that stomach flip whenever I reread it (iykyk).

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DMC Boys x Reader – I Want to Feel Fear

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V, Sparda x Reader (Reader is gender neutral except in Sparda’s story where Reader is female)

Synopsis/Author's Note: The DMC boys are asked to do some CNC. And not the light dubious consent stuff. No, the reader wants it hard. To feel fear, to cry and scream, to fight like their life depends on it but still be held down and used.

Well damn. What are the boys going to do with you?

Disclaimer: All acts in this story are done by consenting participants acting out a fantasy with no true threat to either's well-being. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Trigger Warnings: CNC, stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, drugging, knife play, somno, predator/pray play, blood play, implied pregnancy sex, threatening of humiliation, implied semi-public masturbation, sadism, degrading comments, overstimulation, not beta read

Dante

Oh my… who knew his little angel was so devilish?

Sure, why not? Dante has entertained plenty of people with some freaky kinks, so he knows there isn’t anything wrong with two adults consensually doing some nasty stuff. He’s down to try if it will make you happy. Now, how to go about it…

You’re a demon hunter and his longtime partner so he knew you could handle being roughed up a bit. But what exactly are you looking for babe?

A sudden strike by a stranger (played by Dante)?

Some predator and prey hunting?

Some public humiliation?

Well… maybe not that last one because Dante causes that all the time with his antics anyway.

What would he like? Dante had to sit and think about that one. This is a whole new world he has never really explored before.

But you know, there was this one fantasy he had. And if he just cranked up the aggression then… Ya, that could work.

With a final shot, the last demon’s screech was silenced. As Dante set Rebellion on his back, keeping Ebony in his left hand, he looked over at you. You looked so sweet and vulnerable as your trembling subsided and your puffy red eyes with pupils blown wide relaxed a bit as the last of your attackers, as far as the character you were playing knew, evaporated. It was a weak and timid version of you he rarely got to see.

“Thank you so much for saving me, sir.” You say as you stepped down from the create you had climbed on to get out of reach of the calf-tall demons that had attacked you.

“Well, I couldn’t just sit back and let the world lose out on such a pretty little thing now could I?” As Dante draws closer to you, he watches you put on a shy little smile at his compliment. How cute. Too bad he won’t be seeing it for a while. “Unfortunately though I don’t run a charity so I’m gonna need to be paid for my hard work.”

“Pay?” Your relaxed posture tensed back up quickly.

“Yep, got bills to pay you know. Now let’s see…” With his free hand, Dante stroked his chin in exaggerated thought. In his other, he twirled Ebony around purposely within your field of view. “with it being an out-of-the-blue job that took time out of my busy day… I’d say 30 sounds about fair.” Dante announced in a particular way just so he could see your eyes light up with hope so he could dash it.

“30 bucks?”

Dante chuckled.

“No sweetheart, 30 thousand.”

“30 thousand dollars!? I’m sorry but don’t have that kind of money.” You keep talking, pleading your case, but Dante made a loud humming noise that told you he was too busy thinking to listen.

“You know,” He eventually says, cutting you off. “I think I can make an exception for someone as cute as you.” He gives a playful wink as he stops playing with Ebony to press its muzzle into the crown of your hair. With just enough force for you to take the hint, Dante presses down on you until you sink to your knees. “I know just how you can pay me.”

===+===+===

After swallowing, as ordered, you are finally able to wrench your head back, freeing yourself from the repeated gaging to drag in fresh air. You start to catch your breath, though each gasp makes your sore throat burn. You glance up at Dante who has since moved his gun from your head and now slouched over you, hands on the create behind you, with closed eyes and heavy breaths as his high washes off. Seeing this as your chance you turn and start to crawl away. You make it a couple of feet before you’re grabbed by your hair, not pulled back but held in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Dante practically growls. “You aren’t done paying your bill.”

“But,” You stay in place, too scared to move. “I just…”

“Auwh, did I forget to tell you?” Dante moved to squat down beside you so he could look at your fearful expression. “I charge by the corps. Now remind me again, how many demons were there?”

“S-six.”

Dante gave a wolfish grin.

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“Where are you taking me?” You whine, far too tired to cry out at this point. You are moved from where Dante had thrown you over his should and dropped onto the back seats of Dante’s open-roofed car, your head behind the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you back to my place.” Dante circles the car but instead of sliding into the front seat, he places one hand on the back door and the other on the driver seat headrest. Using them as leverage he leans over you, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over your delightfully confused and concerned face.

“Your place? But I paid off my debt, didn’t I?”

“Yep, that you did. Even gave a little extra tip.” Dante shot you a toothy grin. “But you know what? I might just be addicted to that perfect little body of yours. So, I think I’m gonna keep you. It’ll be nice coming home every day to such a sexy cockwarmer.”

Reboot Dante

Really? You’re into that?

Surprisingly Dante actually rejects your request at first.

The idea of forcefully taking you at some club or in an alley just brings up memories of the times Dante has beaten some prick half to death for trying the same thing.

It will take a little convincing, along with some extra good treatment to rack up some IOU’s, but you can get him on board.

He’s still a bit hesitant so you need to start him with something he is a bit more comfortable with, something he is used to.

Dante and you are well accustomed to fooling around in places you probably shouldn’t. It helped that Dante had spent most of his life being sporadically homeless so he knew all sorts of nooks and crannies where a person or two could hide away from prying eyes.

So, take those moments, add a sprinkle of anonymity and a heaping cup of force, and now we’re talking.

You stand holding open one of the back doors of your friend’s car, allowing others to pile in so you can snag the window seat. Just as the last person slides into place, you hear the cocking of a gun.

“Don’t move,” Came a gruff male voice, sounding both loud enough to be heard but also distant. You knew it well, but still tensed up on instinct. “act calm.”

“You comin’?” Asks one of your friends in a joking tone, looking up at you with a blissfully unaware smile.

“Tell em your walking home.” Came the voice again, plenty loud enough to be heard by your friends, but it was only you with the power to hear him. You give your friends the lie you had been fed. They questioned you a bit but eventually drove off, none the wiser. “Go back into the fair.” The gun behind you makes a noise, possibly pointing in the direction the man wanted you to go.

No matter what it was, it served to snap you out of your panicked obedience as the reality of the situation came back to you. You stay stalk still, brain hastily fliting through thoughts but unable to settle on one.

“Hey, get going.” The man pushes, impatience evident in his voice and in another fidget of the gun. Without thinking you defiantly shake your head. Before taking your next breath the gun fires. The firing has a similar distant sounding quality to it as the man’s voice, but the explosion of the streetlight above you is too close.

“I told you to move.” Snaped the man. This time you follow orders.

You moved stiffly but with purpose, following instructions to a tee as the man tells you when and where to turn. You don’t speak, don’t turn around, don’t try to run for fear of ending up like that streetlight.

“Get on the freewheel, alone.” The last word came out with a bit of venom. The line was short as it was near closing time, so it didn’t take long for it to be your turn. The enclosed cabin shifts a bit under your weight as you step on, and as the door is closing it shifts again. You and the man ride a quarter of the rotation, the cabin halfway up where no one on the ground could see you, before he gives his next command.

“Lift up your top and drop your pants.” Even though you could have seen this coming, the suddenness made your brain stutter. Another loud clack of the gun got your hands moving again. Despite the intense trembling of your hands, you are able to undo and push down your pants, letting them fall to the cabin floor. “Underwear too.” This time you do struggle a bit, though out of nervousness as you look outside of the cabin to see all the people milling about down below. When the smaller cloth joins your pants you only barely catch a guttural groan from behind you. “Sit and spread your legs.” This order actually gets you something, aside from embarrassment. It gives you the first chance to look at your assailant, or it would have if he was truly there.

You had only recently started your medium training with Kat so you couldn’t make out any features of the man in Limbo. All you see is a white fog-like mass in the shape of a man looking down at you while pointing a gun-shaped object at your chest. A gun that could very much kill you through the division of realities.

“Don’t forget your top.” He said, motioning with his gun at the hem. As you pull your shirt up to reveal your chest, but not off, the figure sits on the bench across from you. The gun doesn’t drift from its target in the slightest. “Now touch yourself.”

“What!?”

“You heard me.” There was no compassion in the man’s voice. If anything, there was humor, as if he was amused by your shame. “Get yourself off. Right here, right now.”

“But…” Your voice trails off as you look out of the cabin window. “the ride will end soon.” The freewheel had made half its rotation.

“Don’t worry,” The figure shifted. “it usually takes about an hour for the fire truck to get here to help people off.” The figure lifts from his seat to lean out the cabin window and take a shot down towards the ground. You hear the harsh screeching of a bullet cutting through metal and the freewheel immediately comes to a screeching halt, leaving your cabin just shy of the top where no one could possibly look in at what you were doing.

“You better get the show on the road.” The man taunted as he sat back down, one hand pointing the gun back at you while the other reached down towards his crotch. “Times ticking and I’m not letting you stop until we’re both done.”

Vergil

You wish to be dominated? Well, he agrees there was no better person than him to do that for you.

Despite being far more sophisticated than most demons and being able to hide your physical traits, so much so that you lived among humans with none the wiser, you were a full demon. A demon whose body had exceptional healing powers because, no matter what gender you fell into, every one of your species was predisposed to be taken by more powerful demons. It’s just how your people were, always ready and waiting to be dominated. And even though you had formed more humanity than most others of your kind, the desire was still there.

Vergil understood this, having studied demonology extensively and having sensed your demonic energy calling out to his, enticing him to act.

Up until then, even though he was more in tune with his demon half than his human half, he was far too disciplined and civilized to give in to such boorish desires. His goal was to gain power and control. Giving into his lust and taking you, one of the several demons that served under him, would not bring him closer to that objective.

And yet, when you came to him proclaiming your affection and desire for him an alluring rush of dominance came over him. It wasn’t the same feeling as when he defeated an opponent in combat or even when his followers bowed for him. This was deeper, intimate, primal.

It was no use. Even with the generous head start you had been given, no matter how far, how long, or how fast you ran he was there. Sometimes behind you, sometimes appearing in front of you, but always close, as if you were but a worm desperately trying to crawl away from a swooping bird. You were too easy a target when in open areas so had tried to make this more difficult for your pursuer by zigzagging in a densely forested area, but that only slowed him slightly. Still, it slowed him, so to a denser area you ran. Particularly, you started squeezing your way through bushes and overgrown demonic thorny areas where standing straight or walking was an impossibility. This worked for a couple of minutes, even giving you brief moments of reprieve as the sound of his movements and perturbed tisks faded behind the foliage on occasion. However, with him already being on edge with his dragged-out arousal, this obstacle only served to ignite his frustration. With easy flicks of the Yamato the offending plants were sliced to ribbons. Upon noticing this and realizing that continuing to slither through vines while Vergil cut through them was only slowing you down, you leave the dense plants back into the forest. You don’t make it more than a few feet through before an ethereal blade of blue energy pierces your torso, knocking the air from your lungs and pushing your upper body forward harshly, causing you to fall to the ground. Just as you are catching your breath and attempting to lift onto your hands and knees a boot plants itself firmly on your back and forces you back down.

“Foolish.” Vergil calmly said as the summon sword dissolved away, allowing your body to begin its rapid repair of the hole left behind. “Did you really think some fauna would protect you?”

The moment your wound is healed enough you swiftly slash at the leg pinning you down. He kicks your hand back, but in turn lifts his foot from your back. You take the opportunity and scurry out from under him but his hand grabs the back of your head and slams it down into the dirt for your disobedience. An exposed tree root slashed open your brow, spilling blood down your already red face.

“I seem to have underestimated your audacity,” Vergil kneels down, one leg atop your back to hold you in place. “and overestimated your intelligence.” He lifts your head from the dirt by pulling back on your hair. The streams of blood from your, already healed, brow cut caught Vergil’s attention. His cold eyes start to glow and he unconsciously flashes into his demon form as he leans forward to taste your spilled blood. A pleased yet unsatisfied rumbling growl slips from his lips as he pulls back to look at your now teary-eyed face. “Did you truly think I would simply let you go?”

Reboot Vergil

He is glad you came to him for this.

Not just because Vergil is your lover and is happy you trust him enough to admit your darker desires. It was because Vergil knew plenty of ways to get what he wanted out of someone without leaving lasting damage.

True, none of his previous experiences were done with the intent of gaining sexual pleasure but if you were the one in the chair that would come naturally.

What was important was that he knew how to track and kidnap someone without causing alarm. He knew all sorts of ways to tie down a person to make them unable to move, to restrict their breathing, to stick them to any surface, all while leaving space to get at vital areas. He could find pressure points to abuse, both physically and mentally. He knew how to keep someone quiet and how to make them talk. Vergil knew how far he could push a person before they irreparably break.

Even with this knowledge, or perhaps because of it, he doesn’t just jump right in. He takes a few weeks to gather more information on your interests and your limits. Most of his testing is done secretly, through things like training, medical testing, and a bit rougher sex.

How flexible are you? How long can you hold a position? Are you allergic to any food, materials, or medications? How well can you breathe through different materials or with extra pressure on your chest? How long can he keep you awake? How much can he make you cum before it starts to hurt, and how many more until its unbearable?

By the time he actually formulates a plan of attack he knows you, your interests and your limits, better than you know yourself.

Your consciousness raises and falls, like a fishing float bobbing in the water trying to stay afloat while something weighs it back down. In your flickering between memories and dreams, you think back to when you fell asleep. Or, to be more accurate, when you were put to sleep.

You had just entered your home. Nothing felt strange or out of place as you strolled into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. There were only a couple of seconds of peace before something came from behind you and covered your face. It seemed like a mask, as it was shaped to fit the curves of a human face, yet there were no holes to see or breathe through. The inside was a damp cloth-like material that smiled of bitter medicine and the outside was a hard plastic, which you found out when your body instinctively started clawing at the thing. You also found a gloved hand holding the mask to your face.

Another arm wrapped around your upper half, pinning your curled-up arms to your chest. The pressure on your front forces you back until you’re pressed against the broad chest of a sturdy body. You then try to kick your legs back and though you feel the impact the other person’s legs don’t buckle, only brace themselves. Your consciousness starts to fade away as you desperately gasp for air through the cover. In a last-ditch effort, you try to crouch down to slip from the assailant’s arms but they simply hold you aloft as if you were a small, weak, helpless dog. The last thing you remember is your limbs feeling so heavy that they fall slack.

“You’re finally awake.” Noted a close yet muffled voice, bringing your thoughts back to the present. You finally crack your eyes open to see Vergil, turned away as he types on his laptop which sat on a side table. You, in your laying position atop a cushioned table, try to lift your hand up and towards him but soon find that you can’t. Not only do your limbs feel so heavy that your stiff muscles are unable to move them more than teetering, but also because there were leather straps binding your wrists and ankles to the table. The sound of your attempted movement brings Vergil’s eyes to you, browse straight in a relaxed observance and mouth covered by a surgical mask. “Try not to move around too much, you wouldn’t want to dislodge the needle and cause unnecessary harm.” Vergil explained as he carefully pushed the side table out of the way.

Though unable to lift your head you can turn enough to see a needle imbedded in your arm from the corner of your eye. It was similar to an IV drip but what was actually being injected was unknown to you, though you could hazard a guess that whatever it was what was causing your limbs to be so heavy and muscles so weak.

Suddenly Vergil grabbed your chin with his gloved hand and turned your head towards him.

“Speak.” He ordered like you were a dog who still hadn’t learned the trick. “Let me hear your voice.” He didn’t move an inch more, not until you verbally responded. He was looking, though not hoping, for a particular word.

“Vergil, why?” You say clearly, not giving the word but proving that the chemicals in your body weren’t stopping you from doing so. Your words don’t seem to get a reaction out of him. He does release your chin though, instead trailing his fingertips up your jaw and then down your neck and chest, showing that even though your body was heavy it still felt touch just as, if not more, intense as it usually did.

“Well,” Vergil lifted his hand from your body. “you see,” He reached into his coat pocket and produced a pocketknife. “I thought I had made my feelings clear when I transferred you to be my personal assistant.” The knife flipped open to reveal a six-inch blade. “And yet you just don’t seem to get it.” Vergil drags the tip of the knife down your chest, not hard enough to break through the fabric but so you can feel the danger drag against your skin. “I have realized,” You hear a click under the table and then the whirling of machines as the bottom half of the table starts to split in two and fold, in turn forcing your legs open and your knees to bend. “that waiting around until you notice my affection isn’t going to work. So,” Vergil slides the knife’s dull side down to your crotch before flipping it around so its curved tip pierces the cloth covering your crotch. “I must make them undeniably clear to get through to you.” In one quick, calculated movement Vergil slices through your clothing, opening up your top layer completely and putting enough of a hole in your underwear that he can easily tear them open. “And if that means filling your body and mind with nothing but me, then so be it.”

Nero

W-what!?

Nero panics a bit when you first tell him. Growing up in a religious town where sex out of wedlock and prostitution were treated as criminal offenses resulted in him having a very limited knowledge of sex and all its facets. He is able to calm down once you explain things to him: how it would all just be an act and that you only want to do these sorts of things with him.

That doesn’t mean he can handle doing it though. Sure, he can get rough with people like Dante and Credo, but if he senses the slightest bit of fear in someone like you or Kyrie he launches into protective mode. How was hesupposed to be the one causing the fear?

Yet he was also the kind of partner who was eager to please so he would try for you. ‘Try’ being the operative word here because the moment you start tearing up and pretend to plead for him to stop, he falls apart.

He got close, once, but it was far from satisfying. It was a simple scenario. Nero knocks on your door claiming to be a delivery man. When you open your door he forces his way in, has his way with you, and then escapes. Except he kept breaking character to ask if you were okay and if you wanted to stop, despite already having a safe word. And after the deed was done, Nero was supposed to leave for 5-10 minutes to let you stew in the moment. He didn’t even last half a minute before he barged back in to check on you and start apologizing.

It takes a while but eventually you two do find a middle ground that satisfies you both. One that coincidently utilized his engineering skills.

Nero hummed a tune to himself as he cleaned Blue Rose to fill the silence. With how often he wanted to hide away in his room as a teenager, Nero is surprised by how uncomfortable silence felt now that he moved out of his adopted family’s home. Then again, he usually had you to fill the quiet with but not right now. Speaking of which…

Nero looked over at his laptop which fed him consistent diagnostics and just as he did an error suddenly popped up. Looks like his experiment stopped. Did something malfunction or did you turn it off? Either way, he needed to check on it.

As Nero descended the long set of stairs to the basement, he took note of the lack of noise revibrating off the brick walls. That probably meant you weren’t up and about then.

His suspicion was proven correct when he reached the bottom step and there you sat atop the modified tobibako, just as he had left you. You noticed his presence, turning towards him but not saying anything, not that the silk rope in your mouth would let you say anything coherent.

“Sorry for the hold-up,” Nero said as he placed his laptop on the floor beside the end of the tobibako and plugged it in directly so it could run a proper scan of the mechanisms. “I’ll try to get this fixed up quickly.” The first step was to check the wireless kill switch.

It was still in place, untouched, clipped into the bottom level of the tobibako. It sat right where you could easily reach with your right foot, even if the chains attached to the cuffs around your ankles were wound so tight that you couldn’t lift your feet from the floor on either side of the tobibako. Still, just to be sure you hadn’t been left without an escape, he flicked the switch. Instantly the shackles holding your legs in place unlatched and the metal tube locking your arms behind your back opened up. As the tube, and the stand holding it up, retracted back into its compartment, you slump, hands coming forward to slow your descent until your heaving chest is pressed into the cushioned top level of the tobibako.

It didn’t take long for Nero’s laptop to finish its scan, informing its owner where the problem lay. Thankfully it was an easy fix, but it would take a couple of minutes which was fine with Nero. It gave you a chance to catch your breath and/or tell him if you were done for the day. When you didn’t move, and he even caught a blissed smile through the gag, he knew you were enjoying yourself.

“Alright,” Nero closed the hatch and looked to his laptop to make sure all systems were go. “that otta do it.”

You finch, realizing what his words entailed. But before you can move Nero activates the ‘middle link’ which was a curved mettle bar that, since you were laying across the top layer, looped around your midsection to lock you in place. He had built it with your measurements in mind so it wasn’t so tight it restricted your breathing, but it held you flush against the tobibako as it sprung back to life. The top layer vibrated aggressively while the extended lump pressed against your crotch vibrated violently.

You nearly scream behind your gag while your legs flailed and your hands cling to the tobibako as if it could steady you.

“Thanks again for helping me with testing.” Nero said while moving the kill switch from the bottom level to the top, taking a moment to grasp your trembling fingers and lead them to the button so you knew where it was and he knew that you could reach it. “Though with the holdup I may have to extend the timer so I can collect enough data.” You let out a long whine in protest but all you get is Nero’s fingers running through your damp hair. “Not too much longer, don’t worry. Just another… say… 40 minutes until your snack break?”

So these are the desires you have been holding back.

Though catching him a bit off guard, V is fully accepting and supportive of your fantasy.

As a lover of poetry, he has read countless works of literature describing the pleasures brought on by any and every manner of things. And so, though he does not feel it himself, V can understand how one would find it alluring to have someone so attracted to you that they are overtaken with passion, momentarily abandoning common sense or morality to satisfy their desire for you.

The only issue holding V back from satisfying your needs was his lack of strength. Though not as frail as his thin body may have you believe, V was still leagues behind his fellow demon hunters, which you were one of.

If you did lose yourself in fear and panic, as you said you wanted to, then V would be no match against your struggle. His physical strength in battle came from his familiars, and he was dead set against utilizing them for such intimate things. He also refuses to incapacitate you through alcohol, drugs, or serious injury. And even if he attempted to use restraints on you, you would throw him off with ease which would quickly shatter the illusion.

Fortunately, it is discovered that your thrill is more so in the fear of being hunted and being powerless to stop it.

An almost supernatural shadow, oppressive, untouchable, and always looming close by no matter how far you run? That, V could do.

You can hear them, the footsteps, ever encroaching closer but never reaching you. The cool night air both added to the chill seeping into your bones yet was not enough to cool your adrenalin-filled boiling blood. You would think having stuck to a main road sprinkled with cars and pedestrians would have brought you comfort, but even through the clamor you could hear the distinct footsteps. The light flicks of leather souls hitting the concrete then snapping back up to the foot, the light clinking of chains, and the tapping of a pointed cane. The sounds, kept uneven purposely to garner the attention of those looking for it, rang in your head like an alarm. And just like an alarm should, your fight or flight instincts kick in and you take off sprinting. You race home as fast as your feet can take you, desperate to escape the looming dread and go back to the one place you were safe.

This hope was shattered when you step into your home to find one of your empty vases not sitting on your coffee table filled with a bouquet of red salvias, camellias, and red begonias.

Now knowing that your home was no longer the safe haven you thought it was, you rush to pack an overnight bag. As you race from room to room you keep an eye out for anything that was new, was missing, or had been used/moved. Your favorite cup had been used and washed; your pillows and blanket had been rearranged; and your shampoo had been used. There were no more gifts, but a few articles of clothing were unaccounted for.

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A notification sound from your cellphone snapped you out of your groggy staring at the damp hand towel hanging over the bathroom faucet. It was definitely one of the hotel’s towels, you could tell by the embroidery despite having been in such a rush to sleep anywhere but home that you didn’t even know the name of the hotel you had booked a room in. But why was it damp and hanging over the faucet for drying?

As you wracked your half-awake brain trying to remember if you had used a hand towel last night, you return to the main room. You flop back down onto the overly soft bed and grab your phone. You quickly spring to alert though when you see that the notification was of a text message. To be more specific, it was an image sent via text message from that unknown number. The one that had been periodically sending you photographs without any message to accompany them.

Though hesitant, you take a look at the newest photo. It was of you, in this very hotel room, sound asleep. This time though, instead of being one of you taken from relatively far away or through a window like all the previous ones, this photo was taken closer. So close that the person who took it must have been laying in the bed beside you. Your sleeping face is at peace in the photo, blissfully unaware of the tattoo-covered hand caressing your cheek, smearing the strip of fresh cum.

Sparda

How curious.

Sparda, as a demon, was well aware that many demons desire the thrill of the chase and revel in the act of forcefully taking or being taken. Nonconsensual union was just as common as consensual union in the demon world.

But when he had awoken to justice, he took on a more human moral stance which included the belief that those who took from others what was not offered were criminals.

Clearly, he had more to learn about humans and the vast grey areas in which their beliefs could lay. And he counted himself so very lucky to have you, his loving and patient wife, by his side to show him all the complexities of humanity.

Of course he will fulfill your desires and, speaking honestly, he himself will enjoy indulging a bit in his demonic urges.

What a shame though that not long after you both started to explore this new facet of your marriage, your fragile human body became even weaker.

So be it. Sparda knew how to bring you the same please even with this slight complication.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention. You shift your naked body into a sitting position, which is the most you can do with how short the chains that bind your hands to the headboard and feet to separate bed posts are.

“I have returned dear.” Sparda announced, casually stepping through your shared bedroom door in his human form with a plate in hand.

“Sparda.” Is all you can whimper out as your husband stalks closer, his already impressive 7-foot height seeming even more intimidating with you sitting.

“I must say, I am very disappointed in you my dear.” His apparent perturbed mood could not be heard in his voice or seen in the way he gently placed the plate he had been carrying onto the side table, in turn revealing freshly cooked hashbrowns, an omelet, and a select few pieces of fruit. “The kitchen staff have informed me that you haven’t been eating as of late.” This wasn’t actually true, you were eating just fine, but that’s not part of the show you were both performing.

“Sparda please.” You beg, yanking against the cuffs binding your wrists together to show what you were asking for, but your plea was ignored.

“You can not be neglecting your heath like this.” Sparda took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, his height making it so he still towered over you. “You need your proper nutrients, especially now that you are not eating only for yourself.” Sparda reaches a hand out to caress your inflated stomach. “You must think of the children dear. They are relying solely on you and your body to nurture them until they are ready to meet the world.”

“Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this.” You try to move off the bed but can’t even get both feet to the edge of it, let alone stand up. Sparda pauses then, watching your eyes blown wide in fear and puffy red hinting that you had cried at some point. Despite your desperate expression, you did not give the agreed-upon safe word, so he pressed forward.

“I know that the changes you are going through can be frightening,” His free hand finds yours and gives a light squeeze as if to comfort you. “but this is how things must be. Now that I have chosen you to carry my kin I must keep all three of you safe while you are in this delicate state of creation.”

“Then after?” You cut in, grasping his hand in both of yours and pulling it to your chest. “After I have these children will you let me go?” You looked so very hopeful, but it didn’t last as Sparda chuckled ever so lightly like you were a naïve child asking for a wish to be granted.

“Of course not. The twins need their mother. And who is to say I shall settle for just two heirs? Now then,” Sparda turned just as your face fell into a look of despair. He plucked half of a strawberry off of the plate he had brought in. “it is time for you to eat, my dear.” He holds the fruit to your lips but you turn away with a glare. He responds with one of his own as he grabs hold of your chin and again tries to slide the fruit piece into your mouth. This time you jerk your head back and use a foot to try and push him off the bed in defiance. He does not budge though. He lets out a long, deep sigh as he replaces the strawberry on the plate. “Why must you make things so difficult for yourself?” Sparda moves from a sitting position to a kneeling one. As he forces your legs open you can feel his hands shift momentarily into his demon claws as a warning. “It seems I will have to pacify you first.”

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Fear of the Devil: Nero x G/N Reader

Summary: It always was the same nightmare. Spurred on by your inherently inferior humanity when compared to your hunting partner’s two halves. This fear consumed your mind every night and he’d always come to comfort you; so why are you still afraid of him?

Takes place in the time between the end of DMC 5 and the twin’s return from Hell. Nero and you live at DMC during this time to keep an eye on the shop and whatnot. When talking about his “Devil Bringer” I am talking about the DMC 5 version; the DMC 4 version is highkey ugly as fuck ngl. I also understand that you wouldn’t be able to get over something like this as quickly as you do; and as easily… Just let me have this lmaooo Fun fact: “Without You” is my longest (current) story at roughly 7845 words, this is my second longest at around 6645 (give or take due to editing) 🧸💞🧸 Y’all know the drill by now; You use this; https://devilmaycry.fandom.com/wiki/Revenant And this: https://devilmaycry.fandom.com/wiki/Agni_%26_Rudra Oh! You also have a pocket knife ;) 💞🧸💞 G/N reader x Soft Nero. Un-established relationship. Nero and you have known each other since you were kids and lived together in Fortuna. Violence is used against the reader; minor blood warning--universe typical violence. Dirty jokes and thoughts from both of you Fluffy comfort.

“Ha!” you shoved Nero’s shoulder playfully, “I win again.”

“Tch. Whatever,” the young hunter sauntered to the dartboard and pulled out the darts. This was the third round of 301 that you’d won against the teal devil; despite him boasting about having a "perfect" aim.

You stretched and cracked your back, “Think I’m gonna turn in for the night--if that’s alright.”

Nero walked over to the desk and put the darts away in the top drawer, “Yeah, probably a good idea--we’ve got an early morning.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” you sighed.

The coffee table made a loud scraping sound as you pulled it away from its spot. Then you moved to pull out the couch; revealing the bed you’d been using for the past few months.

“Hey…” Nero leaned his ass against the edge of the desk (totally not checking you out) and stared with a raised brow, “You sure you’re gonna be fine tonight? You can stay upstairs with me if you want.”

A part of you wanted to accept his offer, however, you shook your head ‘no’, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

Nero’s lips turned to a thin line and he squinted at you, signifying he didn’t believe you. Over the past few weeks, you had woken him up almost every night by screaming bloody murder. Hell, some nights you’d wake up screaming several times. He’d never force you to talk about it; but, he was as concerned as he was curious about what nightmares plagued your mind. All he knew was that you were beyond terrified from how loud your heart was and the overwhelmingly intense smell of fear. Despite all this, you’d always refuse his offers of staying with him. He’d stay downstairs till you’d tell him to go back to his room.

Noticing his stare, you raised a brow, “What?”

The teal devil crossed his arms, “Would it help if I stayed down here? I don’t mind, you know.”

You shook your head, “I’m alright, thanks though.”

He stood upwards and pursed his lips as he sighed through his nose, “Fine, I’m leaving my door open just in case--don't hesitate if you need me, yeah?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth and you nodded, “Okay.”

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to saunter to the stairs, “Good night, hot stuff,” he winked and smiled.

You laughed and tried to ignore the small butterflies that had formed in your stomach, “Night, handsome.”

Nero smiled widely as a light pink blush dusted his features. The stairs creaked slightly as he went up them and to his room. Leaving you to your own devices.

You went over to the light switch, flipping the lights off. The shop was almost eerie when it was this dark and quiet. So, in an attempt to combat this, you turned on some soft music on your phone. The pull-out couch squeaked as you curled up on it. You hadn’t even fallen asleep yet and you already felt a coil of fear begin to form. A small amount of envy pricked at the edges of your mind at how Nero doesn’t have to sleep as often as you; even though he typically does. If you could have it your way, you’d never sleep again.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you inevitably drifted to sleep.

===

The two of you stood back to back; surrounded by a group of miscellaneous demons. Despite the aching of your battered body, you were smiling widely.

“Best of Three?” Nero held up Blue Rose and had a smile that matched your own.

“You’re so on,” in your hands you held your own firearm, Revenant.

With that, the two of you split apart.

Nero emptied the barrel of Blue Rose and then pulled out Red Queen. In a vain attempt at winning, he began to use his wings to pull demons from your sightline.

“Hey!” you glared at him, “That’s so cheating.”

He laughed, “Says the one who stole from me last time.”

Without your attention leaving Nero, you outstretched your arm backwards and killed a Hell Antenora with a single shot. You rolled your eyes, “Bullshit, I had to help you since you were buried neck-deep in demons.”

“I knew what I was doing!” Nero jested.

The both of you laughed as you turned your back to take care of a few scattered Hellbats.

“I think I’m owed a--” you turned around to face him; however he was gone, “Nero?”

Feeling a slight breeze on your neck, you turned around but saw nothing.

“Okay very funny,” you crossed your arms, “You can knock it off now.”

Still nothing.

Your eyes scanned the area around you. It’s strange, you feel like something changed but couldn’t place your finger on it. There was no noise, no movement, no more wind--hell, there wasn't even any scent in the air. It was completely barren.

Confused and slightly alarmed, you continued forward down the road. A feeling of being watched crept around the edge of your mind as you picked up your pace to a light jog.

“Nero!” you began to call out, hoping for some sort of response, “This isn’t funny. Come on Nero.”

As you pressed onwards, you swore that you were going in circles; which wasn’t possible, since you'd only been going straight forwards. All the while, you called out intermittently for your hunting partner and began to fear the worst.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you came upon a new area. You slowly stalked forwards into the open lot, Revenant in hand. A quick movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention; however, before you could get a shot off, you were swept off your legs by someone else’s.

Now sitting on the ground, you glanced around for the culprit. Your mind was racing as you frantically looked around unable to spot anyone. Upon returning to your feet, you saw something once more. This time, you were knocked forward. Revenant went flying outwards and your twin scimitars--Agni and Rudra--had been pulled from your back; leaving you defenseless. With a groan and grimace, you pushed yourself up onto your feet. You spit a wad of bloody saliva from your mouth and wiped your bloody (and broken) nose.

Panic set in as you saw the movement for a third time, you decided to shoulder-roll sideways and managed to dodge the attacker. Once out of your roll and back upright, you finally got a glimpse at your attacker.

“Nero?” a pit began to form in your stomach.

His stare was soulless and cold as he turned to you. Something was off about him, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

You began to cautiously approach him, “What the fuck was that for? I was just fuckin’ with you earlier you didn’t have to--”

The young hunter lunged at you and tackled you to the ground, only making animalistic growling in response. His hand gripped around your neck; which was notably his Devil Bringer.

“Fuck-” you grabbed his forearm and feebly attempted to pull him off of you, “Nero!”

Nero’s grip only tightened. Seeing no other choice, you squirmed as much as possible trying to break his tight choke. All the while, you dug for your pocket knife. Once you found it, you jammed it as far as you could into his ribs which made him release you.

Not wasting the chance, you kneed him in the crotch and shoved him off of you; leaving your knife behind. You stood back up and got ready to fight; putting your hands up. He looked down at the small blade and pulled it from his body, not flinching in the slightest. A twitch of his lip pulled up one side of his mouth into a smirk; which was usually comforting, but all it did was make you go pale.

He pocketed the blade and reached upward to retrieve Red Queen from his back. Without breaking eye contact with you, he thrust the blade into the ground in front of him.

Challenging you.

Your heart was pounding as the two of you began to circle one another. Nero had never asked you to fight like this and that doesn’t even include the evident intent to harm you.

“Nero,” your voice was loud but still quivered with an incomprehensible fear, “You don’t have to do this…”

All you got in response was a lip-twitch and snarl. Your heart skipped a beat as you barely dodged his pounce forward. He continued to try and grab you as you played defense; what else were you supposed to do?

That’s when you got an idea; maybe he put Red Queen there not as a declaration of his challenge, but rather, to taunt you. You and your weak human existence. Nero knew that you were at a disadvantage, so he put his prized weapon there to give you a chance… or maybe you were grasping at straws. Regardless, it was quite difficult for you to wield such a heavy blade so it wasn't the best plan… but it was the only thing you could come up with.

You slowly moved the fight towards the center of the lot; moving you closer to your only chance of winning. After he lunged again, you moved to pull Queen from its resting spot. Surprisingly, you managed to pull it out with ease, however, Nero was right back on you. Without thinking you moved the blade in a large sweeping motion; spinning on your heels for momentum.

The hunter went flying. You winced as he hit the ground causing dirt to fly up into the air. You looked down at Red Queen's blade, it had been spattered with his blood. With great effort, you held the specialized durandal with both hands in front of you; unsure of how to properly use such a cumbersome weapon.

With wide eyes and a hard swallow, your blood ran cold upon seeing Nero stand. The slash along his middle had healed and he looked pissed. In an instant, Nero was in his triggered form.

His voice was warped and filled with cold anger, one you’d never seen nor heard from your partner.

You swung the blade as he sprinted at you, however, his wings caught the edge before the strike landed. The teal devil grappled your forearms and, as he stared you dead in the eyes, crushed the bones in your arms.

You screamed and unwillingly released Red Queen; giving Nero the blade. With a stumble back, you grimaced as tears pricked at your eyes. If you hadn't been through as many fights as you have, you definitely would have passed out. Thankfully your adrenaline from being in fight-or-flight kept you upright as you stood with a slight crouch; even if you couldn't fight. You were unable to feel your hands as you jumped back out of the swing from Red Queen.

However, that quickly changed when he used one of his wings to grab your arm. With all his strength he yanked your arm harshly against your backward movement and pulled it out of its socket.

“Fuck-!" your voice cracked as you yelled.

Nero charged you again, not letting up. The two of you continued this for a few swings before he grabbed your leg. It wasn’t clear if it was intentional or not, but Nero sloppily threw you off to the side into a nearby building. The bricks cracked from the sudden impact of your body. Blood flew from your mouth as you felt everything inside you lurch and contort in ways it shouldn’t.

You landed on your side with your back to the building, leaving you to face and watch Nero. Each one of his steps made your body panic, doing everything you could to try and move. Ignoring the screaming pain of your body, you desperately clawed at the ground to move but it was hopeless. He stopped only a few feet from you.

Using his wings, he picked up from the ground; making you shout in sheer anguish. You were held in front of him as if you were nothing but a piece of meat being examined. His eyes were sharp as they locked with yours and you began to cry; unable to recognize your childhood friend through that goldenrod stare.

Without a second thought, Nero plunged Red Queen through your middle and pinned you into the building behind you. Your mind went blank as you felt the searing blade slice through everything inside you.

“Pathetic,” Nero’s eyes never left yours as he twist the blade and handle; adding to your pain.

Through your screams you heard something, someone, calling out to you.

===

The next thing you knew you were awake. Your head was spinning as you jolted upwards and violently grabbed whatever was in front of you… Which ended up being Nero’s neck.

“Hey--!” Nero grabbed your forearm, trying to make you release your death grip.

Which worked, kind of… you shoved him back and made him land flat on the floor. You then retreated as far back on the couch as you could, your mind still clouded in fear.

Nero groaned and stood up. He was in nothing but a shitty grey t-shirt and dark-sage-colored boxers with his hair an absolute mess. Without thinking, he piped up using his normally abrasive tone, “What was that--” his eyes met yours, “Hey…” you had a deer-in-headlights stare and were shaking. Nero’s voice slowly became softer with each word, “Hey, everything’s alright,” he got back onto the mattress and slowly eased his way towards you, “You’re okay.”

You shook your head and tried to move further into the couch as Nero reached his hand outward. His voice was barely over a whisper, “Easy, easy-- I’m not going to hurt you,” his hand gently brushed your leg.

You kicked at his hand and reached for anything you could; anything to defend yourself. Right behind you, in the corner of the room, were shelves with random items scattered on them.

Nero noticed you grab one of those items; which happened to be a half-empty bottle of beer, and ducked as you threw it at him. Seeing him dodge your pitiful attempt at self-defense made you crawl further up on the couch. Now you were sitting on top of the arm and back. Your eyes were dilated and your heart was pounding as you watched him sit up.

“Whoa-- okay relax,” Nero put his hands up with the palms facing you, “I’m not attacking you. You're safe. I'm not going to hurt you…”

The two of you sat in a standoff for what felt like an eternity--in reality, it was only a few minutes. The young man kept his hands where you could see them and didn’t move a muscle; only continuing to stare you in the eyes.

Tonight was the first time you’d reacted this violently to being woken up. Nero had never seen you this terrified before; no matter what hellish things you'd seen and been through. Seeing you have such an intense response made him want to comfort you; to help you.

Eventually, you spoke, voice scarcely audible, “N-Nero?"

“It’s me,” his gaze softened slightly, “You okay?”

You gave a small nod and looked away from him. Slowly you slid back down to sit on the couch, resting your body on the back cushions of the pleather couch.

Without skipping a beat, Nero moved to sit next to you. Your shoulders gently brushed together as you sat side-by-side. Another few minutes passed without either of you speaking.

“I think I’m gonna stay down here tonight,” Nero looked over at you, “I don’t know what is scaring you so much, but,” he looked down at your hand, wanting nothing more than to hold it, “I want to help.”

“You don’t have to, Nero; I’ll be okay,” you mumbled.

“That’s what you said earlier, only for you to start screaming barely an hour after I left you,” Nero cautiously reached for your hand.

Seeing his hand near your forearm, you flinched and yanked your arms away. With raised shoulders, you turned away from him, “No--!" your voice was laced with a tremendous amount of fear.

He gently grabbed your shoulder, “What’s going on… Did I do something--”

Your body lurched forwards, pulling you away from his touch. Quietly you whimpered, “Don't...”

“What-” Nero scrunched his face with his lips parted slightly in thought. He slid to sit in front of you, resting on his knees. The concerned hunter grabbed both your hands tightly, not allowing you to pull them away, “What is going on?”

“Please,” tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you tried to pull away. Pulling your shoulders and legs as close to you as you could, you let out a half-choked sob, “I'm sorry.”

“This have to do with your nightmares?” Nero saw you flick your eyes up to his for a moment before you looked away again, “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your body shook as you began to cry and finally pulled your hands from his, saying nothing.

Nero leaned his weight back and rested his hips on his heels. A heavy sigh left his lips as he thought about what to do; about what this meant. That’s when it clicked.

“Your nightmares are about me; aren’t they?”

The glance upwards from you cut through Nero's soul; you were telling him yes without even needing to speak.

His expression fell as he realized the gravity of the situation. How could he comfort you if he was the reason for this in the first place?

“Could-” Nero’s voice was quiet, “you tell me about it?” he gently reached out and touched your leg with his fingers, “Please?”

You looked up at him, tears still sliding down your cheeks. No response.

Nero sighed and moved to sit back next to you, “I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t tell me how.”

A few minutes passed of you sitting with him. The only sound in the DMC was the gentle piano music from your cellphone. If he wasn’t able to hear your heart, he would’ve figured you were telling him to fuck off; however, Nero noticed your heart rate was slowly returning to normal. Your legs had gradually relaxed in a crisscrossed position and your hands were in your lap; opening yourself back up to the world.

With a voice low and rough, you finally spoke up, “You sure you want to know?”

Nero looked over at you and met your bloodshot eyes with a nod, “Yeah, I’m sure."

“It’s always the same and,” you looked down at your hands as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, “it’s about you and me…”

Nero’s brow was furrowed sadly as he watched you struggle with your words.

“We are doing a normal job, but you disappear. I can’t find you for a long time and then I…” you swallowed hard, fighting back another wave of tears, “I get attacked by… you .”

Your partner turned to face you fully, a pit slowly forming in his stomach.

“You disarm me and then…” you looked at him for a brief moment, his eyes were filled with a sad expression as he hung on every word you said. You turned back to stare at your hands, “then I approach you, but something’s… something’s wrong.”

You shook your head, “You have your Devil Bringer still and don’t acknowledge me. Once I get up to you,” a shiver ran through your body, “you try to choke me out, but I stab you and…” your pulse and words quickened, “and we fight. I get Queen and hit you with it. But… but you…”

Nero noticed your sudden and alarming increase of fear, “Hey, you don’t have to continue if--”

“No,” you looked at him tears once more in your eyes, “I can do this.”

He nodded, allowing you to continue.

You cleared your throat and looked away from him, “You trigger and I can’t stop you. I tried to use Queen but you stopped it and…” you let out a shuddering breath, “you broke both my arms.”

Nero’s posture stiffened, “ What? ”

“I try to fight, but you toss me around and dislocate one of my shoulders.”

The young man’s face continued to become more distressed as he heard you continue.

“It gets blurry from here… I hit a wall at some point and everything just,” you shook your head, “breaks… but you aren’t done…” you unconsciously held your middle as your voice slowly became softer, “You impale me with Red Queen and pin me up on the wall… Calling me pathetic. I usually wake up after that…"

The room fell silent. Neither of you spoke as the air slowly became thicker with dread. Nero’s mind was racing. He's never hurt you, not once. The boy's overly stubborn about sparring with you because of his fear of doing just that. He expected your nightmare to be something less violent; maybe some harsh words or fear of being abandoned (similar to ones he has had), but this… this was more than he could’ve imagined.

The two of you had known each other since you were young. You grew up together. Played together. Fought together. After Nero was hurt and lost his human arm, you were right by his side. Despite his resistance, you sparred with him and helped him learn about his Devil Bringer--even if neither of you knew what it truly was capable of. It made his gut wrench in frustration. Here you are, afraid of him. Needing his help and he doesn't even know how to.

You looked over at him. Nero’s face had hardened into a pissed-off scrunch and you spoke with a barely audible voice, “Sorry… I said too much…”

His eyes widened as your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “Hey, don't apologize," he noticed your hand on his knee and cautiously grabbed it, fearing you'd pull away again, "It's not your fault…”

The feeling of his calloused warm palm against your icy hand was a small comfort. You leaned against his shoulder, letting out a shuddered breath, “I just don’t know why this…” your voice trailed off.

In Nero’s mind, he was replaying the past few months and was trying his best to pinpoint why this would’ve started. That’s when he realized what unintentionally started this avalanche of twisted dreams.

A few months ago the two of you had been on a job together; which was nothing special, just destroying a demon nest. However, you were pretty concussed and having a hard time staying upright; relying on Nero to help you move forward. The two of you got into a bit of a tough spot when making your way back to the van. A group of Scudo and Proto Angelos cut off your exit. Knowing you weren’t able to fight, Nero leaned you against a nearby wall and told you to stay there.

The young hunter was doing fairly well against the small pack. Right up until he heard you shoot Revenant. Immediately he pivoted around and saw that you were being attacked by a stray Scudo Angelo. In an attempt to defend yourself, you put your forearms up as the Scudo Angelo bashed you with its shield. This landed you on your ass; which was bad since you were unable to properly stand back up unassisted. He saw that both your arms already had started to bruise and you were looking around, more confused than before.

Nero lost his cool and triggered. With a quick lunge, he tackled the Scudo Angelo to the ground. His hands were wrapped around the demon’s neck and he doesn’t remember much; although he knows he said some very aggressive words and strangled it to death.

After the demon was dead, he moved back to the few that remained and wiped the floor with them. This had been the first time you saw his triggered form and, from the look you gave him, it wasn’t a welcomed experience. He hasn’t used it around you since.

“Can I ask you something?” Nero leaned his cheek against the top of your head.

“Sure,” you had laced your fingers with his and were rubbing your thumb against his hand.

“Are you afraid of my trigger?” his tone was almost sad

You waited a moment before responding, “What makes you say that?”

“This all started shortly after you banged your head really hard on that one mission… which you also saw my triggered form for the first time,” Nero sat with bated breath.

Giving it some thought, certain things about the nightmare started to make sense. All you could do was nod in affirmation; knowing that it was a stupid thing to be afraid of.

The two of you sat for another few minutes as Nero mulled over ideas in his head on how to make this better. Before he moved to get up from the couch.

Once fully standing, he looked over to you, “I’ll be right back,” and disappeared up the stairs.

You moved to sit on the edge of the couch, letting your feet hit the floor. The music on your phone had begun to annoy you, so you grabbed it and turned it off. “Great…” you mumbled, reading the time on your phone: 2:33 AM. Nero and you were supposed to be leaving for a job in only a few hours.

“Here,” you turned to see that Nero had come back downstairs.

“...what..?” you were confused, to say the least. In his outstretched hand was Blue Rose.

“Well,” he smiled, “I think I know how to solve your nightmares.”

“By what? Shooting you?” you asked sarcastically with a raised brow, grabbing the revolver.

“Kinda, but only if you feel you have to,” Nero moved to the other side of the room.

“Nero--” you shook your head, “I am not shooting you.”

“If it's any better, they aren’t real bullets,” he shrugged, “figured holy water capsules should work, right?”

“You still have some? Damn,” you opened the chamber and, sure as shit, there were slugs filled with holy water, “Thought that you used them all?”

Your partner laughed, “Yeah, I have them in case of emergency.”

“Which this is?”

Nero answered without skipping a beat, “Yes it is.”

“Alright,” you stood up and faced him, “What’s the plan?”

“Sit back down, yeah?” with pursed lips you sat back down on the edge of the bed, “I figured …” Nero hesitated, “that if you see me triggered,” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “then maybe the nightmares will stop.”

“That’s a horrible idea, Nero,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “These bullets may as well be real then; you’ve seen what they do to demons.”

“I’ll be fine, plus,” he smiled warmly at you, “I don’t think you’ll need them.”

You shook your head, “I think that this is a bad idea… but,” you flicked Blue Rose closed, “if you’re fine with it then I trust you.”

“Thanks, babe,” Nero winked at you making you roll your eyes and smile.

The room lit up a bright blue from Nero’s trigger. Your heart had picked up several paces and it took everything in you not to keep your finger on the trigger of the revolver. The teal demon stood only a dozen or so feet from you and had his goldenrod eyes trained on you.

Involuntarily, you had begun to tremble as your body replayed the several weeks’ worth of painful sleep. The two of you had locked into a stare. Upon doing so, you noticed that Nero’s eyes had begun to dilate slightly--reminding you of a cat. Your eyes broke from his as you began to scan over his body.

It was strange how Nero looks so different but still looks like himself. As much as you loved his short hair, it was nostalgic seeing him with longer locks--even if it was quadruple the length. Your lips twitched upward a bit as you thought about how you purposely learned to braid hair just to braid Nero’s. You found yourself wondering if it is as soft as his hair was before.

However, the moment Nero tried to move towards you, everything in you shot right back into a panicked state. He noticed and stopped his slow increments. A part of Nero wanted to speak and tell you that it was alright but figured that hearing his distorted voice would only make things worse.

After a moment of calming yourself down, you trailed your eyes down his arms and winced slightly at the sight. Although you already knew his Devil Bringer was essentially his triggered form's arm; you never got to look at the scaled skin and compare the two. Once more you found yourself thinking about your time on Fortuna together.

The first time you were alone with Nero after he lost his “real” arm, you spent nearly an hour just tracing the bright blue lines. It was soothing to you and Nero never understood why. He hated his arm for quite some time and was always apprehensive about you touching it. However, he never pushed you away or moved to stop you--maybe he liked it more than he cared to admit. You smiled and laughed to yourself at the thought.

While you were lost in good memories, Nero slowly moved forward and now stood only a few feet from you (you both were basically playing the world’s most tense game of “red light, green light”). The bright light thrown from his body snapped you out of your head and you tensed. You kept reminding yourself that it was Nero standing there and that he was still himself.

He stood still as you continued to look at him. With a slow panning sight, you wandered the faint lines of his pecs and watched his chest rise and fall. You wished that you were running your hands over him rather than your eyes.

Then you slid your gaze down his abs to the glowing highlights there, tracing them with your eyes. You remembered how soft the lines on his Devil Bringer were and wondered if the other lines were the same.

Your eyes then wandered to his hips and you froze. It hadn't hit you till now that Nero was practically naked right now. Butterflies formed in your stomach at the thought. Of course, you had seen his ass on accident more than once--even whistling at him a few times just to mess with him--but you'd never seen his front bits. A distant part of you wondered if Nero actually had a functional dick when in this form and if it was different than a human’s.

The teal devil had been watching you stare at his codpiece for some time, "Checking out the merchandise, huh?" Nero couldn't help but revel in calling you out, "Care for a sample~" even with the distortion, your heart skipped a beat at Nero saying such a thing.

Your face lit up bright red with embarrassment as you quickly sputtered in response, "I wasn't-- I just--"

“Uh-huh sure,” he laughed, “You know if that’s what I gotta do to help you--”

“Oh-- shut the fuck up--” you laughed and tried your best to play it cool.

Nero cocked his head to the side, “Still think I’m scary?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re always scary, Nero.”

“Oh? Well then…” he smiled goofily and pounced onto you; not thinking about how this is the worst thing he could do right now.

In a panic, you raised your hands and defended yourself; completely forgetting about Blue Rose (thankfully). Along with your hands, you swung your feet upwards to push him. You grabbed his face with one hand and used the other to shove his chest. In the end, however, Nero was much heavier and larger in his triggered form so you couldn’t move him off of you.

Nero realized his mistake and stood upright, “Shit-- I didn’t-- I’m sorry,” as he stared his worry only grew worse.

Your face was pale and you had frozen in place; holding your hand upwards still. With a hard swallow and deep breath, you tried to relax, “Nero, what the fuck..?”

“I--” his goldenrod eyes were trained on your held-up palm as he slowly re-approached you.

“Nero?” you were confused and had a bad feeling start to grow once more in your gut; however, this was quickly replaced.

The teal demon kneeled in front of you and reached out to your outstretched hand. He held it in his hand with your palm up, “You're bleeding…”

You looked down and saw what he meant. On both edges of your hand were matching slices. At first, you were confused about what happened then you looked at Nero. The two spikes on his face had blood streaks along them: you must've nicked yourself when grabbing him.

You sighed, “Damn it… I’ll go take care--”

“Wait,” Nero placed his other hand on your leg, keeping you seated, “I’ve got it.”

“What--”

It was too late for you to question him; he had already moved to clean it. His tongue was hot as it ran along the sides of your hand. You wanted to be afraid of him, however, a pleasant chill ran up your spine. Seeing Nero kneeling before you and tending to your wounds; you couldn’t help but wander to tasteful thoughts.

“N-Nero,” you stammered, “st-stop.”

He flicked his eyes to yours and, without breaking eye contact, he took a long lick against your hand. You unconsciously bit your lip at the sight, making him smirk. It was strange seeing Nero with a split tongue; not to mention how well he seemed to be able to use it. You found a distant part of yourself thinking about what else he could do with his longer demonic tongue. After some time, the bleeding stopped.

The teal devil kissed both gashes and looked up at you with a warm smile, “There, all better.”

A breathy laugh is all you could muster in response.

“Regretting not accepting my offer, huh?” he stood up and had a raised brow.

“Hah,” despite your confident tone, your face was bright red with embarrassment, “You wish.”

He eyed you up and down, deciding his next move. Although his mouth was closed, you could see him playing with his tongue in thought. Combine that with his glazed-over stare, you squirmed at your perverse thoughts.

Nero’s eyes met yours as he leaned forwards, connecting his lips to your forehead, “It’s late, you should get some rest,” he stood back up and watched you begin to pout.

“I thought you said you’d stay with me?” you gave him the best puppy dog eyes that you could.

He opened his mouth slightly as if he were going to say something, but quickly closed them with a shake of his head. Without answering you, Nero moved closer. His hands sat on your hips as he picked you up.

A surprised squeak left your lips as you wrapped yourself around him--or at least the best you could. You noticed how warm he was and found that your eyes had begun to blink slower and slower. Nero carried you up to his room and gently laid you on his mattress.

Although you were laying back, you saw a bright blue flash of light come from your partner and moved to one side; allowing him to lay beside you. However, he didn’t join you.

“Where are you going?” you leaned up on your elbows and saw him on his phone.

“Hm?” he looked over at you, “Oh-- I was just telling Nico that we aren’t going to that job--at least not till later,” he jumped onto the mattress beside you, bouncing you a little.

With a bright smile, you chuckled at the ‘childish’ action of the young hunter, “You sure that--” you turned on your side to look at him and were met with him staring at you. A blush began to creep across your face once more as you stared back.

Nero and you have known each other for a long time, but you’d never gotten this close to his face; at least not for very long. Your lips parted slightly as you counted the plethora of colors within his irises. Those said sea-green eyes were flipping between your eyes and lips; waiting for a sign of acceptance or denial.

You pursed your lips as you noticed it, heart skipping a beat. A breath hitched in your throat as you copied his flickering sight. Nero moved closer to you, putting himself as close to you without touching you as he could. Without thinking, you moved closer and closed the gap between your bodies. He put one of his hands on your side, ghosting his fingers down it.

A sly smile adorned Nero’s face as he heard your trembling breath at his touch. It wasn't clear who moved in first, but the next thing you knew is that Nero’s lips were intertwined with yours. The kiss was slow and steady, kind and loving, sweet and innocent, completely pure. It didn’t last too long before you both broke it off, however, your faces stayed close together.

With a voice as soft as silk, Nero spoke, “You know,” he smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours, “I really wanted this.”

You sighed contently, “Me too.”

The two of you reconnected lips. The young man pushed his lips harder into yours and moved his hand from your side to your face, cupping it. Admittedly, Nero wasn’t the best at kissing but he was trying. It made you smile as you both continued to give each other gentle pecks. You took your hand and knead his side.

Nero whispered in between kisses, “God,” his voice gave you goosebumps, “I love you,” he moved his hand down your body and grasped your hips.

�� He moved his kisses down your jawline, “I love you, too,” you felt his teeth gently graze your neck, “Nero..!”

A strangled moan left your lips as he bit down on your neck. Once he felt it was dark enough, he placed a gentle elongated kiss on it and whispered; quietly enough that you barely heard him, “mine...”

Before you could respond, he shoved you over and pinned you beneath him. You cocked your head slightly, “Am I now?”

He stared at you for a moment and smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t think you heard that…”

“It’s nice, you know?” you placed a hand on his arm, “To know that…” you laughed slightly, “that you want me that badly, Nero.”

The teal devil laid on top of you with his head on your chest, “More than I can explain.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and noticed something odd, “Nero?”

“Hm?” he rubbed his head against you.

“This is going to sound stupid but are-- are you purring? ” you felt overwhelmingly stupid asking him something like that; there’s no way that--

“Mhm,” the sound got louder and his voice got quieter with every word, “It’s cause I’m happy…”

“Oh--” you ran your hand down the side of his face, “It’s nice.”

“Yeah?” he looked up at you without moving his head from its spot, “It’s only for you, babe.”

However, you didn’t respond. Nero looked up fully at you and noticed you were already fast asleep. A large smile decorated his face as he set his head back down. Resting easy, knowing that whatever frightening devils you might face that he would be right there to protect you

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I don't know why, but I really wanted some Nero fluff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 🧸💞🧸 What is currently in the works: Valentine's Devil: Dante x Male Reader (hopefully will be done by 2/14/23) Phantoms of the Past: Vergil x Reader What do you Call Me?: Vergil x Male Reader Tainted Purity: Vergil x Reader Stubborn and Old: Vergil x Reader … Yes I know that there are a lot of Vergil stories… lmao 🧸💞🧸 Also, I have to ask: do y'all like fluff or smut more? I don't know what y'all would rather want; I personally don't mind either way.

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sailorsenshishitposter · 4 months

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Trish x Reader

I still have a bunch of other dmc fanfics I haven't posted here like ones for Halloween and Christmas (featuring Nico using gunpowder in a ginger bread house contest and one where Dante is Santa in the parade while Vergil hurls sharpened candy canes at him) but it feels weird uploading them out of season so I'll only do it if anyone is actually interested.

Anyway here's Night of the Living Pizza

Tonight was just going to be you and Trish. She was always so busy and now she finally had a night off. You were fooling around and your stomach started to grumble. How unsexy. "I think I'm goìng to go get some pizza..." you said as you trailed off. You found some leftover pizza slices on Dantes counter and you noticed how cold they were but this was okay since you could just reheat them. You opened the microwave door and set the pizza inside. You went to set the timer but you noticed it was shut off."

Damn it!" you yelled as you slammed your hand on top of the machine. Trish came over and put her arms around you. "What's wrong?" she asked. You pointed at the microwave. "I can't get this stupid thing to work because Dante doesn't bother to pay his electricity bill!". Trish lifted your chin up and looked into your eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem for me. Let me try something". Trish waved her palm in the air while chanting "Bibbity bobbity fucking boo" and summoned electricity that gathered at the tip of her fingers. She then shot out a bolt and zapped the microwave.

There was a puff of smoke that soon disappeared to reveal a badly damaged machine that was charred beyond belief. "I think it's cooked now at least..." Trish said sheepishly. As you were starting to calm down you heard banging coming from inside the microwave. "Trish... what did you DO!?" you shouted and to your horror, the door flung open. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" you screamed. Suddenly the pizza was not only alive but aggressive. Just as Trish was about to shoot it, the pizza slung itself like a throwing star and sliced her head clean off. Since Trish was a demon though it would just grow back like a hydra. She groaned and said "talk about my neck, my back, my pussy and my crack! I'm going to kill that thing!".

As Trish began to chase the pizza, Dante had just arrived back home. He took one look at what was going on and went "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?". You informed him of what was happening and soon he was caught up to speed. He stroked his chin hair and said "I think I know why this is happening. You guys know you're not supposed to feed pizza after midnight right?". You slapped your forehead and sighed. "That's from Gremlins Dante GOD DAMN IT!!!" Dante looked surprised and then said "Oh yeah, that name sounds familiar. I think I was drunk when I watched it. Anyway this is probably the work of a demon then." You stared at Dante in disbelief and said "You can't be serious can you?".

"I'm completely serious. And know I have to go stop Trish." You were even more confused now. "Shouldn't you be killing it Dante?". He turned to you and said "Maybe I can reason with it. No one should ever be forced to harm innocent pizza.". A single tear was shed. "Devils do cry I guess." you said and you knew better than to get between Dante and the love of his life (pizza). Just as Dante went to locate Trish a "THAT'S AMORE!" Could be heard within the building. Dante ran as fast a he could but it was too late. The pizza was now deasceasd. R.I.P. (rest in pepperoni).

Dante then cradled the slice and sobbed. "I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO FILL YOUR DARK SOUL WITH LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" he cried out. You took some left over pizza boxes, scissors and glue and returned with a homemade coffin. "It's what he would have wanted." you say. You go outside and start digging. Soon the pizza is burried and you're all embraced in a group hug while Dante is drunk off his ass as he sings kumbaya. At this point Vergil returns home, assesses the situation and then turns to walk away.

#crack fic #Dmc #trish x reader #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #Halloween special kind of I guess #dante sparda #trish dmc #dante #Haunted pizza #himbo dante #shitpost

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exoticraven · 1 year

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{Vergil x reader} I will always be there...

|I have this idea swimming in my head for Vergil from DMC all day and thought heck why not write it. Also if you are new to fanfiction we sometimes said fuck cannon and rewrite the story. I may not be very good but Tumblr tells me to go for it and if it fails just try again|

{The idea is like Lucrecia mixed with Steven's universe mom. Where She is still alive but in another person}

[I do write in a female pov I am sorry but feel free to change the Pronouns for your liking. I do use a name for my writing it just helps me be I will have a (y/n) beside it so you can change the name to whatever you like Of course, I don't own any of these characters that I am about to write about/with. This is my first attempt at writing for Vergil hope it turns out ok]

The night was cold and wet but there was a strange calmness to it. A woman rocked herself back and forth in a rocking chair rubbing her belly smiling but behind the smile was sadness. She know when her son was born that she could not be with him. All the book on witchcraft was no help either. She wanted to see her son grow up but knew that this form of her couldn't she had to find a way to somehow become someone else but how?

-----Time skip-----

Nero walked around the destroyed town thinking no one was alive when he hear a sheep cry for help then a loud scream of anger or frustration he couldn't tell. He did however could tell where it was coming from of course he had to check it out. He ran as fast as he could to see humans fighting multiple demons while one was hiding behind a broken wall. He Jumped down to help. With Nero's help, they made quick work of the demons. He approached one of the females that seem to be the leader of this little group.

"Is everyone okay?" Nero ask looking around for anyone that was injured.

"Nope I think we're all good" The female helped up on her fellow group members "Whatcha name kid?" She asked Nero

"Nero and yours?" He questions

"I'm Serah, that is Alistro" Points to a guy with a red ponytail, "Abby and her brother Tera their mother thought she was having twin girls" Serah points to a guy with short cut hair that was jet black helping up Abby his sister which he couldn't tell if it was abby or tera. "and that" She looks around "guys where (y/n) Raven?" Serah was looking around for this said, person.

"I'm here" (y/n) Raven said coming out from the broken wall. "exactly where you left me (your pn)" (y/n) Raven Said sheeple.

Serah walks over to (your pn) them and hugs them tightly "This is my baby (sister/brother/PN) (y/n) Raven. I don't know what so special about her that makes every demon drawn to her"

"Maybe she (Your PN) is an Angel!!" Alastor said happily

"Maybe or maybe She (your Pn) is something else?" Tera question

"Whatever she (Your PN) is she still my baby sis nothing going to change that" Serah smiled at (y/n) Raven.

Nero looks at (y/n) Raven seeing a scared girl. (y/n) Raven was playing with her hair timidly not really saying a word to anyone.

"she (Y/PN) is naturally shy so when she (Y/PN) does talk we all try to be supportive and not downing her (Y/PN)" She said looking over at another person in the group Nero has not met yet.

"why are you looking at me for?" he said while cleaning his blade

"That Zack or Zachariah he goes by Zack cause he hates Zachariah" Serah chuckles

"Why do you have to do me like that?" Zack asks frowning at Serah

"Because if you had not put (y/n) Raven down then we all would have been comfortable in a bed by now but no Zack knows everything" Serah scold Zack

"Okay fair that was my bad for losing my temper and taking it out on (y/n) Raven but she should not have run off!" Zack rise his voice almost yelling at Serah which made (y/n) Raven cover her ears Shaking. (y/n) Raven close (y/Pn) she closed her eyes and was taking deep breaths. She (y/Pn) tried to calm herself down.

Serah stop arguing with Zack knowing it was not going anywhere. "we have to move it getting dark and you know how the temperature downs around here" She said holding (y/n) Raven close to her.

Nero agreed and followed them to their hideout. Tera and Abby went to their shared room and stay in there for the rest of the night. Zack headed to the room that he shared with Alastor who just so happens to be brothers Alastor is older by a day. Serah got some food for her, Nero, and (y/n) Raven to eat. While they ate Serah pulled out a syringe filled with a blueish liquid. She injected it into (y/n) Raven's arm which made Raven's (y/n) eyes grow for a short second and then stopped. After they ate Serah lay(y/n) down for bed and tugged her in. Raven (y/n) went right to sleep before Serah could even leave the room. Serah walk out to Nero who was confused about what just happened with the liquid and Raven (y/n).

"you have a question and I have answers," Serah said sitting down grabbing a beer.

"Why did you inject that liquid into her and why did her eyes glow for a short second" Nero questioned

"Well me and the rest of the people here are lab rats. Doctors had their "agents" come and kidnap us from our homes which were orphanages and great places for lab rats cause no one would come looking for them. I and (y/n) Raven were sisters even then people picked on her for no reason she stay to herself and didn't bother anyone. I watched her once play fairy princess once all by herself. She was even now so pure for this fucked up world we lived in that is why I started standing up for her. She needs someone who always had her back. I and (y/n) Raven were walking back to the orphanage cause it was our turn to go buy candy and toys with the money we saved up for doing our chores in the orphanage. That is when they grab us. They separated us it was torture. I could hear (y/n) Raven's screams from where I was in that building. They fucked her up the worst I don't know what they did but it fucked her up. We were 18 when we all escape that lab. but we all were changed for the worst or for the better I don't know but we promised each other we would stay together no matter what. only us lab rats know how to put each other down" Serah said finally taking a sip of her beer.

Nero's mouth hangs open in shock at the story. He did not know what to say. What could you say to a story like that? Nero hears the pitter-patter of bare feet on the tile floor. He looks up to see (y/n) Raven in the doorway of the hallway.

"(y/n) I thought you were asleep already," Serah said confused

(Y/N) Raven walks past Serah and sits in front of Nero. Her eyes widen in awe. "It's...actually you," She said in a somewhat whisper.

Nero was taken aback by the comment and the way her voice sounded. It was (y/n) Raven but wasn't. There was another voice behind (y/n) Raven's voice. She touches his cheek and smiles. "It's really you" Tears fall down her cheek. Somehow (y/n) Raven's touch did not feel like her own. Nero was stunned by (y/n) Raven's actions. "right I look different, sound different and you've never seen me except when you were a little baby" (y/n) Raven said happily

"Who are you and what did u do to my sister?" Serah asks angrily

"She fine Serah she is asleep in a safe place for the time being. My name is not important." The "ghost" that harbors (Y/n) Raven's body Smiles. "My little boy is all grown up into a man now"

"Wait are you saying your my mother!?" Nero asks almost shouting

"yes, I had to...well fall into a deep slumber for you to live on but I found a way to be here to see you and watch you from far away" The "ghost," Said with sadness "I wanted to be there and help you grow up but my physical form could not bear it."

"wait then how are you-" Before Serah finishes her sentence the "ghost" hold up a finger to shush Serah.

"When (y/n) Raven was in that lab she was close to death. She was calling for help. The poor child was scared alone and was about to die so I stepped in to keep her safe. That is why she started to be the scientist's favorite" The "ghost" said

The "ghost" touched Nero's cheek smiling "I am sorry I left you alone in this cruel world" With those words (y/n) Raven's body fell right in Nero's arms. Of course, Nero caught (y/n) Raven's body so it did not hit the floor. (y/n) Raven's eyes flutter open and she leans up looking around. "wasn't I in bed?" She questions

"Yeah well umm see here the thing I think you got possessed by Nero's mother," Serah said with confusion trying to figure out what just happen.

" Um yeah, do u remember anything before you came out here?" Nero asks (y/n) Raven

"I just remember the nightmare that I had which is the same one every night. I was back at the hospital or Alsyum whatever you want to call that place." (y/n) Raven said while thinking

They all seat there in awkward silence for a bit. All three of them processed what happened. Not one could figure out why Nero's mother want to come to him now of all times. All three of them just went straight to bed without another word. (y/n) Raven was the one that could not fall asleep something was bothering her. She felt like she is not alone in her own body. She felt like someone was watching her using her own two eyes. She was scared of her own being. She had to figure out what going on with her. Why Serah and Nero said that Nero's mother came to him through Raven. The only person Raven knew to go find an answer or at least start asking questions was a Gypsy woman known as Alamina Pettigrove. So Raven pack a supply bag and some weapons and set off on her journey. Raven was scared of what answer she would find but was ready to face it.

--Morning--

Serah woke up before everyone else. She usually was the one to wake up first to get breakfast started for everyone in the household. She did not wake Raven due to she wanted her little sister to get some sleep. She walk into the kitchen and made coffee. While that brew she started getting out the tools and food she needed for breakfast. The smell of brewed coffee started waking Serah up a bit which help with getting breakfast done. The first one to wake was Zack then Nero. They sat at the table and talked while Serah was making the food. Nero told Zack about what happened last night with Raven. Which confused Zack too. Abby and Tera came into the kitchen and sat with the other two. They got filled in on what happened last night as well. Alastor came in right before they started talking about last night. Serah set out the food and pour everyone a cup of coffee and took her seat. Serah made her plate then made Raven's plate. She yelled for Raven to come to get breakfast which usually woke her up When Raven did not appear after a few seconds or even the second time Serah yell for her, that was when Serah's stomach flipped. She got up and went into their shared room. She turn on the light and went to Raven's bed which looked like Raven was in bed but when the cover where pulled back to reveal a pillow in place of Raven she knew something was up. She ran back to the Kitchen where everyone was.

"Raven is missing," Serah said

"Are you sure she didn't sneak into Alastor's bed and got comfortable with him" Zack Joked

"I am sure Zack!" Serah said angrily giving him the death stare.

"oh, your serious she actually missing?" Tera said in shock"She could be in her usual hiding-" Serah cut off Tera "I am sure you know she would not use a pillow to hide the fact she is not in bed when she goes there"

"I have a bad feeling about this let's get ready and head out maybe stop by those gypsy sisters. They might know something or saw her?" Abby said getting up to go get ready.

Everyone but Nero left the kitchen and got ready. Nero made a quick to a friend of his for a ride they could all use so they didn't have to go on foot. Nico arrive shortly after the call Nero place to her.

"Well isn't it my favorite asshole" Nico chuckled seeing Nero come out of the hideout he was in.

"Nice to see you too Nico," Nero said

Serah and her group came out behind Nero. "Meet some new friends of mine Nico. Their leader Serah, The two trouble makers Abby and Tera both twins, Zach also known as Zachariah, and his brother Alastor the jester and the jokers." Nero smiles at the group, Serrah like the introduction Nero gave.

"Can people not use Zachariah please I hate that name" Zack said with a bitter tone

Nero opens the door to the van "Why not it funny when you get mad" Alastor said getting into the van. Zach shakes his has and follows his brother into the Van. Abby got in behind Zach and Tera follow suit. Serah took a deep breath and got into the van. All she thinks about is the bad things that could happen to Raven. Serah grabs her necklace and rubs it. Nero got in the passager seat and they seat off.

--Hours before--

Raven walks up to the Gypsy caravan door. She was about to knock when they open the door. "Welcome Raven we've been expecting you for quite some time now." they chuckle.

Raven gulped "You have?" she question

"Oh yes we know that you question who you are" They smile and move to the side to the side to let her in. She went into the caravan and sat on the plush couch. "Now take a sip from this tea" They gave her a cup of tea which she took sips from. " you have a lot of hidden secrets inside you Raven," They said together.

Raven looks at them confused "What do u mean" She took couple more sips from her tea.

"Well for starters you harbor two souls." They chuckle "One is yours and one is someone else's." They look at each other and then back at Raven. "The two souls are starting to come together to form one being."

Raven finishes her tea and set it on the coffee table. One of the sisters grabbed the cup and look at the leaves. "ooh this is some spicy tea" She chuckled "I wonder what he would think of this dear sister" She show her sister the tea leaves.

Raven's Vision start to become blurry. "what was in that tea?" she question as the room started to spin around her.

"oh nothing special." they smile as they Watch Raven trying to stand up. "but there is a mighty fine dollar on you Raven. So they came to us for help" They smiles. Raven reach for her phone to call for help but one of the sisters snatch it away before she could grab it. Raven fell to the floor.

"You sold me?"Raven said angrily as she started to fade in between consciousness.

"Sold is a harsh word but yes. They must find him so you important" Those were the final words Raven heard before she fell unconscious. Two men came in and carried Raven's body away. A nice well dress came in and handed the sister a suitcase of 100 dollars bills.

"Pleasure doing busy with you ladies," He said as he left. Back into a car with tinted black windows.

-hours later-

The group that trying to find Raven arrives at the gypsy sister caravan. Serah and Nero went to the door and went to knock but like before they open up the door before they could. "well well well isn't it Serah the brave knight of Raven." they said mocking her

"you already know why we are here where is my sister," Serah said pushing past the sister into their caravan.

"you just missed her an hour too late," they said turning towards Serah "She wanted an answer that we could not give her just yet so she went on a self-discovery journey" They gave Serah a piece of paper that was a map of sort on where her sister was going. "that should leave you to her. now go on we have other business to attend to the shud Serah out the door closing it and locking it. Both Nero and Serah went back to the van. Alastor ran up to them "Those sisters lie to you."

"What?" Serah said as they came to the van with Zack holding up Raven's supplies bag and phone. "an older gypsy told us that they were paid off by a good dress man." Zack said piss offed.

There were storms of rage in Serah's eyes. AS she spon on her heels and march back to the sister caravan. Nero was about to go after her but Zack stopped him. "She going to get an answer and will karma come to collect," Zack said as Serah punched open the sister's door yelling at them where her sister was.

-an hour later-

Everyone was in the van in silence. Serah still fuming from the gypsy betrayal. Abby was asleep using her brother's lap. She jerked away yelling out Raven's name. Which startled every in the van almost causing Nico to wreck the van.

"What's wrong Abby" Tera was trying to calm her

"I saw Raven she was being swallowed by the darkness she yell for help but I couldn't reach her," Abby said tears streaming down her cheeks.

Serah was mixed with fear and anger. Scared they weren't going make it to Raven in time. Nico and Nero had to make a stop somewhere. Which added another person to the group. {of course, it would not be a DMC fanfiction without} Dante Sparda's climbing into the back with the group which made Abby fan girl from hell. Serah would have if she wasn't so worried about her sister. They got back to driving filling Dante in on what had been happening. Of course, he shooked every one hand but not Serah she was focused on her sister. Once Dante shook Abby's hand she got a vision. Tera was trying to call his sister back and she came back shocked and breathing heavily. "I saw Raven with someone." That made Serah perk up "he had the same hair color as Dante but he was wearing a blue jacket he was shacking asking where someone was."

"well that sounded like my brother," Dante said thinking.

-time skip to the factory-

Nico slams on the brakes jerking everyone in the van. "There is a huge ass creator with a damage Factory in the middle of it."

Serah looks out the window "Let's get out and have a look around and see what we can find."

Every one climbed out and made it down safely into the creator. Dante and Serah were tasked to look into the damaged factory. "so you really care for your sister?" Dante asks Serah

"When I close my eyes I can still hear her scream my name out for help. I can still see the look of her giving up. I can still see her laying on her floor barely moving. I thought she was dead at times. I promised I would protect her whenever we got out of that hell hole. Thanks to the gypsy sister and my friends we all got out we never looked back since then. We were lab rats that know how to kill each other." Serah said looking around.

That hit Dante hard. He had no words to say to Serah after that. They search in silence for clues that Raven was there. They got to this big room with a platform and four pletal stood around it. Serah went onto the platform and dipped her finger in the blood and tasted it. "It's Raven's blood," she told Dante.

"look someone or something was chained over here" he called to her

They hear a gasp for air coming from under the rumble of the ceiling collapse. They started clearing the rumble way to see a barely alive man under the rumble. They got him out and started patching him up.

"they told me I could," the barely alive man said

"what?" Serah said

"Those gypsies told me I could control the beast that lay in the stars."

"you son" Dante had to stop Serah from killing the man

"The beast was too powerful I lost but she shine the brightness and-" the man died before he could finish.

"he was talking about raven I am sure of it," Serah said

Abby came into the room to fetch Dante and Serah. She stopped right on the platform seeing the story of what happened there. Seeing the death the lies and the star. She came back from the vision and ran to Serah. "Raven was here but the person guy who that Dante said must be his Brother took her with him away from a dead beast that was absorbed by Raven."

"She absorbed the best?!?" Serah said

"Yes she did"

-Raven's pov- She awoke in a strange place her head ache. Her body ached and was sore. She lends up in bed looking around the dimly lit room trying to get her bearings. "awake I see" a familiar voice rings out in the room as she looked for the source. Her eyes fell on a person in the corner of the room. "who are you where am I. How did I-" he hold his hand stepping into the light. "You don't remember anything, Raven?"

"How did u-" Raven was cut off again "Lucrecia does that name ring a bell," he asked. Raven's eyes teared up as she covers her mouth. as she remembered what happened. She and Lucrecia had to become one to destroy the monster of the stars. Meaning Lucrecia was gone. "she was your lover Vergil wasn't she?" Raven looked at the man in front of her. He just shook his head yes. "I am sorry I could not save her I-"

Vergil raises his hand "She not gone she is u"

TO BE CONTINUED.....

#dmc vergil x reader #x reader #dmc devil may cry #vergil sparda #dante dmc #devil may cry #vergil #vergil dmc #dmc5 #dmc dante

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darksaiyangoku · 8 months

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RWBY x DMC: Protective Nephew

Yang walked the down halls of Beacon Academy with a big smile on her face. Several of the students waved af her, including 3 second year students; Colton Winchester, Aaron Zest and Fred Yún.

Yang: I hope you boys are ready for Combat Class later today. I'm counting on you representing Vale for the Vytal Festival.

Colton: You've got nothing to worry about, Mrs Ren. We'll give it our all!

Aaron/Fred: Yeah!

Yang: Now that's what I like to hear! *smiles* I'll see you and your teams soon. Right now, I got papers to grade. So long!

Colton: See you later, Mrs Ren. *smirks*

Aaron: Aw man, did you see her ass just now?

Fred: I know, right? What about those tits? Absolutely gorgeous!

Colton: Oh what I wouldn't give to have my own, private combat lesson with her. Pinning her down to the ground and- gah!

Before Colton could finish, he was slammed into a wall. He looked up to find a younger student glaring angrily at him. Blonde hair and silver eyes, it was Vergil Rose-Arc.

Vergil: You make one more comment about my aunt and I'll carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Colton: Hehe... y-you're bluffing.

Vergil: *draws Tsukiyomi and slashes the wall*

Colton: *squeals*

Vergil: Do we understand each other?

Colton: ...Y-Yes, sir. C-Come on guys, we better get going.

All 3 boys ran off screaming at the top of their lungs. Vergil sheathed his sword and smirked proudly.

Ren: I must say that was quite a show. I'm sure these boys won't bother Mrs Ren again.

Vergil: No sir. *laughs*

Ren: But you do have 2 weeks of detention.

Vergil; *turns around* W-What?! Why?!

Ren: *points to wall* For damaging school property.

Vergil: ...fuck.

Ren: Make that 3 weeks.

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m00nz-writes · 10 months

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Breathe (It's a Scream, Baby! chap. 6)

Summary: After the dust settles and everything begins to go back to normal - or as normal as things can be, Alyssa stays by Randy's side while he's in the hospital. During this time, she finally reveals how she feels for him.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, fluff, smut

Alyssa sat next to the hospital bed where Randy slept, holding his hand loosely as she watched him take slow, steady breaths. Dewey's room was just down the hall, and she knew that he was finally doing somewhat better, though they made it clear that he probably wouldn't be able to walk again. Randy, on the other hand, was incredibly lucky to be alive. The doctors weren't even quite sure how he managed to survive, excusing it by saying that Alyssa's work to keep the blood loss to a minimum probably did it. She was just glad that he was okay, and so was Sidney. She and Neil were able to go home safely, so Alyssa was just waiting for things to finally settle down with Randy and Dewey so she could go back to her life comfortably.

Lyss looked up at the door when she heard someone quickly enter the room and saw her father and mother there. She stood up and walked over to them, hugging them both as she began to cry softly into Dante's shoulder. Dante and Lady both held her as she cried, comforting her as best they could.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt?" Lady asked as Alyssa pulled away and Alyssa shook her head slightly.

"Not really… I mean, I've been murdered a few times, but…" she shrugged as Dante's eyes widened.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," he said softly as she looked up at him. "If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have sent you here."

"No, it's okay." she assured him. "I was able to save some friends… I lost most of them though…" she admitted as she looked down before the group heard Randy shift in bed. She quickly returned to him, placing a hand on his arm as he finally opened his eyes and looked up at her, offering a small smile. "Hey… how are you?" she asked quietly, her eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"Sore… but better," he assured her before taking her hand gently. "How are you?" he asked as she laughed softly, tears stinging her eyes as she shook her head.

"I'm okay," she admitted as he nodded. "Dewey's better too. Although… he may not walk again."

"Shit… that sucks." he muttered with a sigh. "What about Sid? And her dad?"

"They're both fine." she assured him before Randy noticed her parents, causing Lyss to look back and laugh softly. "Sorry… those are my parents," she admitted as he offered a small wave. Lady and Dante returned the wave before Dante walked over and placed his hand on Alyssa's back.

"Your mother and I will be here for a few weeks to make sure nothing else happens," he said as Lyss nodded. "We'll be in the waiting room when you're ready to go. Okay?" he added before she hummed and smiled softly.

"Thanks dad," she whispered as he planted a small kiss on the top of her head and walked out with Lady. Alyssa and Randy both watched as they left before the teenager in the bed sighed.

"You never said your dad was scary…" he muttered as Alyssa snorted and looked down at him.

"He looks scarier than he actually is, don't worry," she assured him as he offered a small smile. "He didn't tease you, so I think he likes you." she added with a smile, drawing a laugh from him.

"I'm flattered." he joked before looking back at Lyss. "Why did you try to save me…?" he asked quietly as her eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"You did everything you could to save me… but why didn't you just focus on Sidney?" he clarified as she swallowed hard and shrugged slightly.

"I just… didn't want to lose you," she admitted as his eyebrows knitted together. She took a deep breath before looking down at her hands, still bound together and giving her some kind of hope. "I… really like you Randy… and if I lost you, I don't know what I'd do… losing you would be just as bad as losing Sid," she explained, finally looking back at his face to see how shocked he was. "I know you have feelings for Sidney, and I won't stand in the way of that…"

"Lyss." Randy said firmly as she raised her eyebrows and gave a small hum in response. "I like you too," he assured her as her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock, her mouth suddenly going very dry. "I never said anything because I thought you were way too cool to like a geek like me."

"What?" Lyss laughed as she smiled down at him. "Please, you're so much more than just 'some geek'." she stared at him for a long moment before leaning down to kiss him gently, feeling his free hand rest on her cheek as they kissed. As the kiss became more heated, Alyssa carefully climbed onto the bed with him, making sure she didn't hurt him in any way as his hands moved to her waist and hers rested on either side of his head. As they pulled apart, they both took a moment to catch their breath as Lyss smiled down at him, placing a hand on his cheek as he smiled back a little, obviously a little nervous.

"Sorry I'm, you know…" he trailed off as Lyss laughed a little.

"I'm a virgin too. Who cares?" she teased as he looked up at her, smiling a little as she leaned down to kiss him again, working to remove her shirt before he helped her. She pulled away so she could toss the shirt aside and quickly remove her bra, revealing more of the ink that was on her skin as Randy admired it all, his eyes studying every little detail of her body as she grew a little more nervous.

"You're so pretty…" he murmured, his eyes returning to her face as she laughed softly, her cheeks blushing a light pink.

"Thank you…" she whispered before taking off her jeans while Randy lifted the blanket so she could slip underneath with him. She rested carefully in his lap as she began to slowly roll her hips against his. They both made soft sounds as Randy's hands rested on her thighs, clutching them as he became more and more aroused. Lyss leaned down and planted a few small kisses on his neck before lifting her hips and helping him position himself, slowly sliding down as they both moaned.

Alyssa grimaced a little at the pain, gripping the sheets before it slowly faded and she relaxed, sighing softly at the strange new sensation. She kissed his jaw softly before she began to slowly move her hips as Randy slid his hands up to her breasts, watching her move as they both made small noises. Alyssa leaned back more as she rested her hands on his stomach and began to pant as the movements became faster. Randy began to help her move, bucking his hips in time with her movements before suddenly turning her over. Alyssa's eyes widened at the sudden shift as he settled between her legs in a position that wouldn't cause him too much pain.

Lyss gasped as he entered her again, his arms wrapping around her as she held on tightly to his biceps, whimpering with every movement. Randy moaned in her ear as she threw her head back and bit her lip, her teeth tugging at the labret piercing she had there. She let out a small, high-pitched sound as he suddenly hit the right spot, and he took advantage, hitting the same spot again and again as they both rapidly approached their climaxes. Alyssa's back arched as she nearly screamed before Randy hastily covered her mouth to keep her quiet. She screamed into his hand as she came, her body stiffening for a moment before she relaxed and the teenager above her chased his own high. He planted several kisses on her cheek and jaw as he muttered sweet nothings to her.

When he finally came, Lyss grimaced a little at the feeling of his release inside her. She took a few deep breaths as Randy lay on top of her for a long moment, trying to calm himself as she gently rubbed his back. He rested his head on her shoulder as they both used the quiet moment to breathe properly.

"I love you…" Randy murmured as Lyss smiled softly and laughed, looking down at him before his eyes met hers.

"I love you too." she whispered before he moved to kiss her properly, her hands resting on his face as they kissed.

#it's a scream baby!#scream movie #scream 1996 #dmc 5 #devil may cry 5 #dmc #scream x dmc #randy meeks #oc #devil may cry oc #dmc oc #original character #fanfic #writer #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #smut

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inun4ki · 6 months

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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

I. favourite colours: purple, black, mostly cooler shades ! teal's a pretty big one, it's what i usually dye my hair

II. favourite flavours: lychee, green apple, blue raspberry, white chocolate, banana, cookies & cream, pumpkin pie, um... i have a lot r.i.p.

III. favourite genres: dark fantasy, high fantasy, supernatural anything, and romance !

IV. favourite music: i listen to all kinds of music, but i'm very very big on metal, indie, hip hop, and trap ig. used to be just straight up indie rock and emo, but i've expanded my horizons quite a bit. if ever you wanna trade music, i'm game !

V. favourite movies: i have so many ! but i suppose the ones i like best are LOTR, Howl's Moving Castle, The Cat Returns, John Wick, The Devil's Candy, FF7:AC, Scream...etc. my favorite genre is horror though. huge horror buff.

VI. favourite series: MHA, JJK, Chainsaw Man, Inuyasha, Samurai Champloo, um... that i can think of right now, in terms of anime. games are a different story, but that list is too damn long; DMC, Dragon Age, Elder Scrolls, Final Fantasy, Star Ocean, The Witcher, Silent Hill, Fatal Frame - deadass there's too many i love to choose just one.

VII. last song: i can't read or type cyrillic, but this song by ghostemane

VIII. last series: mmm that i watched? The Boys

IX. last movie: some documentary i can't remember the name of tbh

X. currently reading: the guardians of the flame series for the thousandth time. came out in the 80s so a bit of a product of its time, but it's an excellent series. all the main characters are deeply, deeply flawed and there's some unfortunately realistic grit in there. the author also doesn't beat around the bush - very ' to the point ' style of writing. i think there's...8 books? in total. or 11. idk there's quite a few

XI. currently watching: my partner play Elden Ring

XII. currently working on: a very, very long wip that i'll never finish. it's at 140k+ words so far, but i think the characters got away from me a bit and i'm not sure how to reel them back in. it's very ambitious, lots of stuff going on there, lots of angst. but it's become unsatisfying to write as of late

Tagged: @ratiosalaryman & @circusmxnkeys tysm ! Tagging: whoever would like !

#死/// Mun.#long /

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Being Rescued By Dante And Crew

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, gore, horror, and mentions of death

Word Count: 1,720

As Requested by the lovely: @sarahslolitaportfolio

(A/N:) Thank you for this request! I love writing for Dante and he’s my favorite video game character ever! So I always enjoy meeting fellow DMC fans and ones that appreciate Dante like I do! Especially when I get requests to write about said Dante! Hehe! So I really hope I was able to fulfill your request and that it was everything you hoped it would be! Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

There had been moments in your life where you couldn’t understand certain things. Like how you had a certain ability that had suddenly manifested when you were younger, or how everyone came to believe you were some kind of freak when a dead bird suddenly revived and flew away when you touched it. So after that you hid yourself and your ability. Barely socializing with others you kept to yourself, not even your co-workers truly knew who you were. You were called a freak so that’s the way you stayed. But now you decided that maybe you weren’t really the freak that there was other things way more terrifying than the ability that had cursed you.

Strapped down onto a stone table you felt blood pouring from your wrists after trying to free yourself from such tight bonds. Creatures that you could only explain as being some kind of nightmare born from a mixture of the Exorcist, Amityville Horror, and The Conjuring combined had your head spinning in fear. One in particular creature seemed more curious over you, especially watching your blood trickling to the floor. When you were taken by these horrific creatures you didn’t even have time to scream before you were taken to this dark place. Now that you were here the fear kept you from talking until this one just kept staring and it started to get on your nerves.

“What are you looking at? You’ve been keeping me here for so long just staring at me bleeding out so why don’t you just get it over with?!” You snapped causing the large demon to stand and come towards you. He didn’t need a knife to cut your skin open, his claws did the job just perfectly fine. Dragging said claw smoothly down your cheek, blood welling up from the touch.

“Careful little creature,” the evil being chuckled at his work. “You don’t have to be alive for the ritual.”

“What ritual,” you spit a little afraid but still more angry than afraid.

“The revival of the great Mundus,” it purred.

“How great can this Mundus be if he’s dead?”

Screams of rage echoed all around you from the surrounding evil causing your mouth to snap shut. So far you were still alive, so maybe you shouldn’t provoke the creatures that could easily kill you.

“Why do you need me in particular anyway,” you spoke a little later when everything had settled back down.

“I need your revival magic,” the demon replied. He had his back towards you working on said ritual.

“I think you have the wrong person I don’t have any magic,” you lied. Maybe you could bluff your way out?

“Lying does you no good with me,” he said. “Poor thing, never had a teacher to make you realize your potential. But don’t worry it won’t go to waste. Your blood will make the perfect conduit to bring back our Master.”

Bluffing wasn’t going to work. So now here you lay, surrounded by evil incarnate about to die before really getting to do anything you dreamed of. You looked back at all the years you had wasted staying hidden, afraid of the world. Now you wished you had stood up for yourself. Now as a black twisted shaped knife held above your prone form you sucked in a breath and fought back tears.

Just as the knife plunged down the door leading to your horrific prison slammed open. A man raced through his silver hair brushing his cheeks before ordering the team behind him. Another silver haired boy, a blonde haired woman, and another dark haired woman fought left and right. Slaughtered demons fell to the floor with pained cries. The man raced to your side kicking the demon away from you. The knife that would have taken your life clattered to the floor sliding away. You watched him unsheathe a large sword and take a battle stance.

“Didn’t your momma ever teach you that’s not how you get a woman to like you,” he teased.

“Sparda spawn,” the demon hissed. “Mundus will take care of you.”

“Ughhh again with the Mundus crap?! Seriously that’s all I ever hear anymore. Mundus is great. Sparda is trash,” he rolled his eyes launching himself off the ground towards the raging devil. “Newsflash I killed your boss years ago, get over it!”

“Mundus lives,” the creatures roared in unison.

“Fine stay in denial,” he grumbled. “But therapy is expensive just so you know. I thought I was helping.”

Still tied down all you could do is watch as black blood ran across the floor. Demon corpses littered the area with twitching limbs and sightless eyes. While every person was absolutely amazing and skilled beyond compare you couldn’t take your eyes off the silver haired man that fought like the Devil himself but still had the ability to joke and tease. His prey was enraged but losing quickly. Switching from the large blade he produced two pistols from behind his coat. One an ebony black and the other an ivory silver. Gorgeous weapons of no other make. Gunshots rattled the walls, shells clinking against the grimy stone floor. The guns didn’t quit firing until the creature lay still riddled like cheese and the clips were empty. Now he had his attention on you and what he saw caused him to stumble. The man who had just been flawless and moved like a skilled deadly dancer was tripping over his own feet. You couldn’t understand but Dante knew immediately just looking at you.

Despite your state you were the most beautiful woman he had even seen, Trish would be absolutely jealous if she knew he thought you, this cut up human, prettier than her. Holstering the twin pistols Dante regained his composure before making his way to your side. The three others were still cleaning up the remaining mess, not wanting consequences of sloppy working coming back to bite them in the butt.

“Hey gorgeous lady,” Dante flirted producing a smaller knife to cut your bonds. Your wrists were a bloody mess, it made the silver haired devil hunter angry seeing your state. Though he just met you, his instinct immediately went into protective mode.

“Thank you,” you breathed trying to sit up but too weak from the blood loss and lack of food.

“Just doing my hunter duty for pretty things like yourself,” Dante preened.

You looked at him weirdly but gratefully, especially when he helped you sit up and held you upright. “Got a name?”

“Sure do,” Dante chuckled. “The name’s Dante and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Dante huh?” You hummed rolling the name over and over. “I like it. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty name for a pretty face,” he flirted.

You snorted, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You couldn’t help but be drawn to this man who had risked his life to save you. If it wasn’t for him you’d be lifeless upon the table with something horrible reviving into the world.

Seeing that his team had everything well in hand Dante scooped you from the table. The shorter haired woman nodded in Dante’s direction when he told them he was getting you out of that nightmare-ish place.

“Wanted you for your magic did he,” Dante asked just wanting to make small talk. Though he had a motive, he wanted to get to know you better.

“Yeah,” you said comfortable with being held by him. “Apparently I have some sort of revival magic.”

“Well that’s cool,” he said looking at your soft hair and pink cheeks.

“It’s not cool if things want to kill you over it.”

He nodded in agreement, “That part sucks of course. But it is still pretty cool, having abilities. You’re like me!”

This was the first time in your life that someone had thought your magic was cool. And not only did he think it was cool, apparently he had some sort of powers too. For one he was super strong and you could have sworn he had been stabbed a couple times. But now this Dante was carrying you out of your tomb like nothing had happened at all. Ambulances waited outside what looked like an abandoned building, but it hid what really lurked inside. Dante sat you on a stretcher telling the medics some story of how some men had kidnapped you and wanted you for ransom. You were tortured before Dante could get to you in time. He looked over to wink at you, you knew that normal humans wouldn’t believe that you were taken by demons to revive their master that would doom the world. Heck you wouldn’t have believed such a story not too long ago, despite being different yourself.

You were being loaded into an ambulance to be transported to the local hospital for treatment and fluids. Dante promised to come see you in the hospital before the doors of the ambulance closed. He had never believed in love at first sight until today. Maybe he had felt what his father had when meeting his mother. He had to get to know you more and maybe he could help you understand this gift you had been blessed with. Maybe he could even teach you how to take care of and defend yourself in case any other devils decided to try and take you. Though he was firmly set on that they would have to get through him first as he wanted to stay by your side. He hadn’t had much happiness in his life, but deep down he think that destiny was waiting for him to meet you. So he kinda felt like he owed the scum inside the building for bringing you two together. Nero could tell something was going on with his mentor, but he decided not to pry. It would only cause Dante to tease him or bring something up that would make Nero want to punch him. As they loaded back up in the van to get back to the office, Dante was hard to live with until he got to see you again. And while you recovered Dante was there everyday making the days go by quickly. Though you couldn’t explain it there was something special between you two and you were ready to explore it and him.

#Dante X Reader #Dante / Reader #Dante #Devil May Cry #Dante Imagine #Devil May Cry Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing #Reader Request

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